I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive! Sheesh. You can calm down with the phone calls, emails, helicopter searches and can someone PLEASE call off the search dogs? They are ruining my new rug.
Ok just kidding, I haven't gotten that many queries about my blog whereabouts. It was mostly Craig telling me, "So have you updated your blog yet?" every chance he got and let me tell you, for pillow talk it scores pretty low.
So anyways, what have I got to share? I had an awesome time during my trip to California. It was a whirlwind 5 city adventure and it was fab to be able to to return to San Diego after 2 years. Pictures over at Craig's Picasa and here are my canned responses:
Yes, I did drive that huge chester van up the mountains to Lake Tahoe.
Yes, that is Craig in a kilt. And his dad. And his uncles. And some random dude. The bride is Scottish so they had to represent.
That is Marisa's sweet little baby Jake and the reason I look so awkward is because he was at that wriggly stage and I was terrified I'd break him.
That frozen yogurt craze. I firmly stand by my pronouncement that I.Like.It. Craig firmly stands by his conviction that I am a terrible liar. Whatever. Bring on the frozen tanginess! The UK welcomes you!
I've also moved in with Craig to our own wee little 2 bedroom house on the edge of town. I'd show pictures but it's a bit of a messy nightmare right now. All right, I confess it's also because we currently have Craig's mom's old 70's retro blue/tan flower couches and I just can't bear the thought of people thinking that's my STYLE because they scarily do match the curtains and rug that ARE.
The living in sin thing is going pretty well. We've got something of a routine (I cook, he vacuums, I clean the bathrooms, he empties the trash/washer/dishwasher) and the first party is coming up for Halloween. I can't say my parents are exactly thrilled, but oh well, I guess it's time to declare my independence at 29.
Final thought: I can't wait for the elections to be over, I'm so obsessed!