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Watching me maneuver on skis is like watching a cat trying to get out of a bathtub...and then there's The Boyfriend who's skis were merely an extension of his already very long self.

As my Dad says, "Never, under any circumstances, no matter WHAT threats are made attempt to teach your wife/SO/girlfriend/whathaveyou how to ski. You pay someone else for that punishment."

On the upside? I didn't die.

Also- this German guy named Klaus from a company called Capricorn keeps calling into my office. I now have the sneaking suspicion that someone here actually works for MI6.

True story, kids. One grey morning while visitng the boy I wandered to the corner market for some breakfast fixins. While standing in line behind this normal 20ish girl in a black dress I hear the "click click click" belonging to Sophie the Chihuahua...walking on her hind legs. Cue poker-faced adoration from the Used to Be Sane Lady and the two biped their way out the door and wait at the corner for the bloody red hand to change. Sophie then drops to all four legs to wait. The hand turns to the Green Man and she hops back up on hind legs and walks across the street. WAT.

San Francisco, I love you.

Two things the Boy and I are currently excited about:
1. Gnocchi
2. TROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON

Next Friday can't come quick enough. Rumor is we'll be at the Gizmodo Tron meetup at the Metreon if any of you 5 are going  :)