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Sorry For The Pause in European Commentary

I missed last Thursday. And today is a filler post. But it has taken me a while to get back on track.

Last week I spent Monday cleaning and Tuesday refilling the pantry and fridge and Wednesday doing laundry and basically last week was all about getting back into real life. I even paid bills. So sad.

Then we put our kids in All Mountain Ski School and I decided I should go skiing too. This coming weekend is my continuing law courses at Big Sky and I wanted to buy a $20 ski pass before I spent much, much much more to find out if I could find my center of balance on skis.

I did. Although I skied so tensely, my thighs burned. I am a nervous pregnant skier.

Before Christmas, my whole family was sick and yet I prevailed. I was the lone wolf. I was invincible. I had the flu shot. I was eating oranges and sleeping.

And then it all changed.

I’ve watched all of the playoff games and the college championship now. I”m getting caught up on bad tv. My children are eating prepared Costco food. For some of you, that might not sound like much of a difference, but before I was sick, I had not watched a single football game from start to finish.

That’s how bad it was.

But I shall conquer this illness and download my pictures and tell you my top ten of Europe.

Just after I take a nap.

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Aaah! How we LOVED Florence

There Has to be Better Packaging

I bought a new swimming suit for training from Costco.  Here’s my problem:

will it look like this on?

will it look like this on?

I only bought two things that day.  I didn’t need a cart.  There is no “cool” way to carry this through the store.  And, although somehow not featured in this picture, the size is down the bottom of the leg, about 8 times.  No fooling the 20 people you run into at Costco.  (Costco is the hang out in Helena.  Especially on free snack days.)

There needs to be a better way to make sure these suits aren’t being stolen and allow me to leave the store without everyone knowing I bought a new swimsuit. Because what if one of those 20 people ask:

“So How Did It Fit?”