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Puddle jumping
Hello from the land of the rain. It’s finally true. I’ve been barraged by questions about how I can live in such a rainy place ever since I moved here, which has always driven me crazy since it’s such a lie… well, until now. It’s really not even that bad, it’s just crazy that it’s been gray and dripping for 25 straight days. The very good news is that we’re getting dumped on in the mountains, so hopefully we’ll be dusting off our snowboards this weekend to hit the hills.
Kara arrives tomorrow for a week – fun, fun. We’re starting the day with a Seahawks party, followed by a trek to the Irish Emigrant (where I brought all of you) to relive the early days over Guinness and step dancing.
Why can’t I find cute knee high rain boots with frogs on the feet like the kiddies wear? Kelly, can you whip me up some?
Rog pix et all soon—still haven’t hooked the camera up. Hopefully I’ll have some to share before he turns two and baby Linde is born! R, thanks for all the updates, it’s so great to visualize what’s happening!!
