"When you are a man, sometimes you wear stretchy pants. In your room. Just for fun."

Now that we are back in the Mountain West (Hooray!) we got in a little white water action.

Matt got right into his gear and hopped into the raft looking confident and handsome as ever.

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Me on the other hand . . .

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I held up the party for the better part of an hour trying to squeeeeeeze my post-baby body back into a tiny wetsuit.

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Sexy photo, n'est ce pas?

More fun with the poster generator

After hearing of my dad's continued heartache and sorrow which could be caused only by prolonged exposure to hundreds of contractors, I returned to the Despair Inc. poster generator.

My dad's a funny guy. A funny, frustrated guy.

More evidence weighing against Utah's wholesomeness

We went to Utah last week for a battery of job interviews. My brother was kind enough to let us stay at his house. I was in his back yard when I noticed his neighbors' passive-aggressive message to my brother and his family:

That's right, Utahans see nothing inappropriate in flipping their neighbors topiary fingers.

At least Wyomingites are more direct with their gestures: