Multnomah Falls

Internet, I've got an unfortunate bone to pick with you.  We've been through a lot.  Yahoo games.  Attempting to learn German three (drei) times.  Neopets.  Wikipedia.

It's happened before, I understand.  I'll accidentally click out of a page and it'll delete the heart-felt email I just typed up.  But if you ever, ever, delete a blog post I've been working on for two nights again, you're going down.  You're going down like a freshman.   When I press control z, I expect you to undo my last move.  Not delete my entire blog entry and immediately tell Blogger to SAVE AS FAST AS POSSIBLE AND DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ELSE.  I'm glad we have that worked out.

Moving on...you may have noticed I have eight, count them EIGHT, followers.  Being famous is a little harder than I thought it would be, but at least I can still go grocery shopping without many problems.

Side note, you should go over to Jesse's blog and start following him.  He's posting projects and art that he's doing in school.  He also pointed out to me he discovered he could follow his own blog.  So guess what?  I now have NINE followers!  Suck on that, Globetrotters!

So this last Saturday Jesse woke me up at seven o'clock in the morning (slowly trying to kill me) and told me we were going out with Hank.  Oh, Hank.  You almost make me forget about the loss of Ford Escort #1.

Hank took us downtown for breakfast and then over to Multnomah Falls.  While I am very excited for Hank to be in our lives, I do not appreciate the exercise all these trips bring.  She said something about how she knew we were going to be eating at Chili's later or something and that's why we had to go on a hike.  I'm not really sure, I couldn't hear her over the NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.

FOTOS (the first one is worth clicking to see it full size):

Jesse thought he couldn't go on the trail because we didn't have a leash.

THAT IS SILLY, JESSE.

What ever could he be looking at?

Yeah, I'm kind of a creep.

Luckily they had a Rash receptacle (often forgotten necessity at waterfalls).

And luckily my husband is super adorable.

Look at Hank!  And check out the zoom on this camera!  We were, you know, really far away and all.

If you look closely at that last picture (except if dad is reading this...  he is not allowed to look closer), you can see a rectangle outline on my left boob.  That my friends is my license and debit card.  Come on, cleavage caddy.

You want to know how lame we are?  We've been going to the gym regularly for some time now, and while I thought we weren't too out of shape, this hike (while uphill) wiped us out so much we missed church the next day.  And it's not that we didn't get enough sleep.  I think an exercise intervention might be in order.

You're probably wondering where the poor cats are during all of this (no you're not).  You know, same old, same old.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, these are old photos (re: Cinnamon's shaved arm after his surgery last October) but the technique is still the same.

Oh, and I know I originally took this picture because of it's cuteness (post Multnomah Falls hike):

But Cinnamon and Suki are making the exact same face.  The exact. same. face.  Look.  Just look, please.  Different fur, SAME FACE.  Confirm that I am not crazy.