This makes my little heart weak with desire.

Don't you just want to climb some of the ladders and start reading the books hidden away on the topmost shelves?

Swoon.

Is what I imagine you're asking me. You know, like, "what the eff happened on your trip to Colorado?"

Well, the trip was lovely, and produced a whole slew of wacky pictures of the rubber duckie that hangs from my rearview mirror, which can be seen here in The Cowboy Duck Experience. In other summer news, a couple of weeks ago it was time for the demolition derby again (no pictures this year, sorry) and three fights broke out among the competitors. I've also had to move out of my apartment (thanks, inflexible college town rental management companies that lock everyone into 12 month leases!) and am hanging at the Aussie's for the next month or so while I figure out what my next step is. (Please let it be permanent full-time employment!) I've also figured out where Church and State meet, and who people might not want to let into their house unsupervised in the event of their eventual demise.