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Color of polish on my toes: Mer-made in the Shade.

 
From today's N.Y. Times Personal Ads (Women Seeking Men):

A WINNING SMILE
Active grandmother with some original teeth, seeks dedicated flosser to share rare steaks, corn on the cob, and caramel candy.

 
Aw come on! Two measly little pieces of chocolate. One for each cheek on my bum.

 
Successfully resisted eating chocolate until 3:00 p.m.

 
Today we have only two goals: clean the car and get food. Of course, with Mr. B as my right hand man, this could be more complicated than it sounds.

 
Made it home yesterday in just under 14 hours. Endured an extreme blizzard, then endured extreme boredom. Had to take a crowbar to extract Mr. B from the back seat, due to extreme stickiness from over a thousand pieces of candy moving in and out of his mouth on the drive.

 
Still wondering why the very overweight, seventh grade girl joined me at my table at the River Run Ski Lodge announcing "I'm really weird" (which she was) and proceeded to talk non-stop for over and hour about fear, Mads, bowling and the Clippers. Her name was Molly.

 
Mr. B seems to be the only skiier bombing down the mountain flapping his hands and laughing REALLY LOUD. Especially when the powder overtakes his skis and he makes a faceplant in the snow. Only Mr. B would find that stimulating instead of insulting. What a guy.

 
New nickname for Mr. B: "Powderhound".

 
The most ridiculous phrase in the English language: "The sky's the limit." Excuse me. Einstein. Stephen Hawking for goodness sakes. C'mon people.

 
Missing C-note. 6 more days. Rock on C.

 
Since I'm in exile here in Idaho, I must remember to pay rent. It is the first of the month by the way. The first of the month, the first of the myth. Write you own life, then cast it, then watch it, then abandon it. Then you will find the surprise.

 
Mr. B in the bath, demanding more bubbles. Threw in the letters, W, E, V. Mr. B demanded the letter T. Fortunately it was in the closet.

 
Observation: Dennis Miller eating lunch by himself at the River Run Lodge. Not skiing today on Dollar. Perhaps that yard sale yesterday was the last straw.

 
YEAH!!! Mr. B skiing on Baldy now. Top to bottom. It's the big time, folks, and he's back there again tomorrow. I think he wants to try and catch up with C-note. Go B!!!