It's officially Spring Break in Colorado, which means I am probably hitting the ski slopes (with plenty of apres ski micro brews), planting my bum in the sand on a tropical beach (with plenty of fruity umbrella drinks), or riding down the Grand Canyon on the back of a burro. And if you read this blog with any regularity, you can put in order the likelihood of each of these events.
In any case, Spring Break in Colorado many involve many things, but not one of those is blogging. However, should you wish you to entertain yourself in my absence, please feel free to browse these past posts for giggles and grins:
The One Directed at One Horrible Hummer Driver
The One Where I Talk About Dog Poop
The Overheard Stuff at Our House
The One About Me Being a Total Klutz
The One About the Stick in the Ground
The One Where I Complain About Running. And the Wind. And Dog Poop.
The One (of many) Where I Talk About Boobs.
And those posts should firmly solidify the fact that this blog exists solely on the substantive material of farts, dog poop, and wine. With some boobs thrown in for good measure.
Happy Spring Break! See you in a week!
