There is no possible way it's only 6:44pm. It's gotta be at least 11pm, right? Right. Right. We are still like 40 min from Denver and I'm already giving myself a prep talk for cleaning my apt when I get home vs dropping dead on my bed watching WAG. I've got a list of a dozen things I want to blog and remember from this weekend, but that'll have to wait for tomorrow.
Not sure you can see it in this pix, but there is a Golf score card hanging out of Hunter's CD player. It also may say "Beth: Winner, winner, chicken dinner!" on it. I like to keep my opponents reminded of my awesome card game winning abilities.
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