Classes. Oh the classes. According to my professor, statistics is not math. I will let the needle-noses sort that out because as far as I can tell it sits right next to math on the side of my brain that has apparently taken the most blunt trauma. No matter.

Putting together a wedding reveals all the societal expectations involved. Usually the type of expectations that we tend to have little use for. Invites have to have two envelopes unless there is a separate response card. If your wedding is at 4pm you have to provide a dinner. Have you thought about his Dip/Tet? He's just got to have a Dip/Tet! Bah! We love each other. We like you. Come have a beer with us. Ride your bike if you can.

All our car driving and fuel burning has made for some awesome days lately. 69 degrees in January. No evidence of global warming. Either way it has gotten us out on the bikes more often which can't be all bad. Aside from the schooling and the wedding plans and the biking it is pretty dead around here.. Where would we be without bikes. Probably next to Ms. Palmer here.