I love it when you stumble across a great weekend, especially when you weren't planning for anything in particular. Brian woke me with a kiss on Saturday and whispered, "If we're going hiking, we should leave soon." I jumped out of bed and got ready while Brian cooked some eggs and then we headed west to hike up to Crater Lake. Here's what I look for in an optimal hike: your path should lead you up and the word 'alpine' should be involved. We indeed went up and were pleasantly greeted with great alpine meadows and lakes. This picture reminds me of the bigfoot sighting pictures. After our hike, we had dinner with my parents who stopped by to pick up their dog, Eefee, after their road trip to Pennsylvania. After they left, Brian suggested we go get some flowers for the flower beds in our front window. We were smarter this time and paid attention to the fact that our big tree blocks most sunlight and got plants that don't need full su
February 8, 2011: It was back to being pretty frigid outside today. When that happens, Skookum can usually be found sitting on the heating vent. Heat is her boyfriend. Every time Brian poked her while she was under there she squealed like the Pillsbury Doughboy (and then she'd bitch-slap him).
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