Don't lie. You guys have missed me since Thursday. I have been MIA because I've been so busy I've barely had time to crap let alone blog. Here's where I've been (Breckenridge, CO):
Well, it didn't look like that this weekend (that picture is from the MLS listing), it looked more like this.
My friend Julie and her family live here. Julie and I went to grad school together 15 years ago. Since then we've both married and have kids. I feel so bad for Julie. She has to live in this humble shack. To make matters worse she lives right at the base of the ski mountain. It sucks for her.
In reality, going to their house from ours was a bit like going from the Holiday Express to the Four Seasons. Man they have the most killer power flushers too. Not that I needed it or anything.
We went to visit for the weekend, just to get out of dodge. We learned that Julie's husband, Wayne, (who built that house above if you can believe it - I hang out with some pretty talented folk) has grown a soul patch since we last saw him. I had no clue what this was because I am not a snowboarder, I am not hip and I do not know much about facial hair. According to the urban dictionary a soul patch is:
That little round bit of facial hair, under the lower lip that says you are hip.
It can also be referred to as a dork tuft, pubes or, my personal fave, a p$*sy tickler.
We all had soul patches for the weekend. But mine didn't tickle anything.
Here's Julie and the real soul patch guy:
Here are Ken and me - a couple of soul patch wannabes. Mine just looks like I have a big piece of brownie on my face:
Oh, and for you Christmas Vacation fans, we drove by the actual Walmart where this scene was shot (shown at about 2:35 in):
I did get off of my ass this morning to complete my five mile tempo run on the treadmill. I did not fall off. I did not get on a moving treadmill. The guy next to me did, however, drop his water bottle while running and it shot across the room. I find these things amusing.
Did you work out today? If so, what'd ya do?