We got to leave Logan!


I can't pass up an opportunity to quote Paul Simon: "Gee, but it's great to be back home." It was fun to visit mom and dad this week, I just think we were all grateful to walk in the door of our humble abode today. And I'm sure M and D are glad to have their house back. Here's a little of what we did the past few days:
Leah was a rooster. She doesn't pretend to be something, she IS that thing, and expects to be treated accordingly.
Dad was a king crab. He's a bit stressed right now and was decidedly irritable. Here's a picture of him teaching the girls how to be scary.
Me and Brian were love birds (not really). I just needed to point out that we went on a date which is RARE for us. Thankfully, our Red Robin burgers weren't rare. The date was not quite romantic-someone passed gas right before the waiter showed up and he smelled it.


I was a sloth. We didn't sleep well and I couldn't shake off that groggy feeling.


Mom and I were quilting bees. Leah wanted to help. She unintentionally took a few slices out of my finger.
Mom trying to find out what happened. Leah really felt bad.
Here's a shot of our little pygmy monkey. She's quite small (how did that happen in this family?), loves bananas (again, how did that happen?), likes to climb, and makes high pitched screeching noises when someone starts to chase her. Brian and I spent some time at Education Week. This is a thing that BYU does every year where they offer hundreds of classes on lots of different topics and tons of people come. I love it-Dad hates it.
I'm too tired to continue! My bed awaits me!

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Brian said…
And by the way...that picture of us at RR...great motivator for me to get back on the weight loss bandwagon. Nugh' said.
August 23, 2008 at 11:03 PM
Brian said…
Not Nugh' said. That picture makes me look like I'm 300lbs. I know I'm a fatty, but I hope that I'm not that fatty.
August 24, 2008 at 8:49 PM
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