Gentlemen,
Nice looking house Sam. Hardwood floors and a finished basement look pretty nice. I call dibs on a bed the next time I'm out in Iowa City. Axford will be heading there on Valentine's Day weekend, which kind of sucks because it might be tough to get away.
I have my airfare booked for Pat's wedding. As I've mentioned in emails, I'm flying to Myrtle Beach. Of course the day after I booked, US Air put a nice direct flight to Charleston up. Oh well, I get to enjoy a nice drive down the coast. I haven't booked a hotel room yet, but Jonathan and I had talked about sharing a room (probably at the Marriott).
Molly and I have registered at Target and Macy's thus far. I don't say this to encourage you to buy us stuff, but rather to point out the absurdity that is registering. I know I'm the second to last one to get married (looking at you Greg), so I'm guessing you all have been through this. To me, registering is saying to yourself that everything you own right now is crap (or in my case, it's Molly telling me that my stuff is crap). We went to a "sip and scan" event at Macy's and they have all the vendors/company reps there to peddle there goods (Oh Capitalism). Then if you register for a bunch of shit from one company, they give you a free gift. I told Molly we should just register for 4-5 sets of pots and pans so we can get some free shit. I love free stuff. Anyways, I should not go on waxing philosophical about this, or the blog will truly die.
Winter is starting to make me stir crazy and it isn't even February yet.
Chris
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