Meet Mr. Nasty

California must bring out the best in him, good thing we are moving there. . . . How I love my Mr. Nasty.

Reagan's always jumpin' the gun

For the last few weeks I have been thinking and debating with myself what to do after graduation. Though grateful for options, not knowing for sure was kind of not that fun, if you know what I mean. But I'm proud to announce the the verdict is out... San Francisco it is! I accepted a job with Cornerstone Research today. Apparently Reagan knew all along that we'd end up in San Francisco. How does she do that? I'm constantly amazed by her wisdom, foresight, and insanity.

Anyway, we're planning on three to four years out there, but that doesn't mean you can wait to come visit. We're probably moving in June, and we expect visitors immediately.

We are officially moving to . . .

See you next summer, I really hope we get along.

In the mean time we will be traveling the world. (Just as long as we graduate!)