Today we went hiking on a nearby mountain...it was gorgeous, as you can see from the "before" pictures. Then, on the way down, one of us was perhaps not as graceful as she normally is (no really...I usually am VERY graceful!), and went tumbling down a little hill on her arm. See the "after" picture. Mama Spatula of course flipped out and was like "Oh my God, we didn't bring you up here to hurt yourself, are you ok? Are you sure you're OK?? There's tetanus! There could be terrible things in the dirt!" Meanwhile, she's hosing me down with her water bottle and pouring that antibacterial handwash crap all over me - all the while fretting over how injured I might or might not be. As you can see from the pic, I barely even had a good scrape! Anyway, we had a good time, and Molly the Satanic Dog, my mom, and I are all exhausted. My dad just left for a 30 mile bike ride, but whatever. He's nuts. He told me yesterday he's riding about 160+miles a week...and while all of us are in OK shape, he was basically jogging to the top of the mountain today while my mom and I struggled in the high altitude (higher than my usual sea level back in the TVPNM). Altogether a good day. Tomorrow I leave since a friend of mine will be in town on Wed/Thurs from D.C., and then I am heading to Idaho on Fri-Sun for a family reunion. Work starts a week from today...frankly, I can't wait for that regular paycheck!
I should mention too that my mom excitedly "let" us listen to the new CD she made off of I-tunes during the hour-long drive to the mountain. Celine Dion, Kenny G, and Michael Bolton were all in attendance. Oh yes.