Boulder, Baby.

Sorry about the delay in this posting... unemployment is keeping me rather busy. Okay, I'm lying. I'm just lazy.

I spent the week following Sara's wedding out in Boulder, cat-sitting for the fine felines pictured at left. It was also a chance to hang out with the Rocky Mtn. contingent of the Smith family--including my brand new shiny cousin, Jack. He and his big sis, Ellie, are about the cutest little people ever. Uncle Chris took me on some death-defying trail runs, characterized by steep hills and not nearly enough oxygen. No mountain lions though, which is sort of too bad.

I had the chance to catch up with my good friend Dave (from Colby) and his wife, who I hadn't seen since their wedding a year earlier. I also spent some time people-watching on Pearl Street and some time prairie-dog watching on the trails near Sara's house. Both fascinating.

Perhaps the best thing to come of out this trip is a new footwear obsession... yeah, I got Crocs. They are butter-yellow and I'm wearing 'em right now. And, yes, I know this is some stupid hipster trend... yes, I know they are hideously ugly. I don't care.