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!)

A True Story

This is the story of a bunch of kids out looking for mischief.

So this is how they found it . . .They got into matching uniforms, and went out looking for something . . . not knowing exactly what this something was.

They saddled up on their long boards, hoping to cover more ground in their search.

But some of them weren't equipped to use such intense means of travel.

But before they had gotten really anywhere at all, they discovered what needed to be done in order to create the perfect mischief.

So they quietly (Shh, quietly Devin!), snuck up on their victim.

(The Victim)

And they attacked. I know it's epic. Please don't ask why there was about 50 couches in our parking garage. But you are welcome to ask who came up with the brilliant idea to cover the beautiful Mazda (the owner of the car is unknown).

And to celebrate they ate homemade, stabbed, delicious caramel apples.

Creepy Sam.