pretty, curvy, long, tall...

Are all accurate descriptors of roads and girls and the last seventy-two hours.

So this real pretty new girl showed up in my life, and she's smart and she's funny and she plays with ponies, and she doesn't seem to be expecting a damn thing from me. I likes her. We played Iron Chef Utah, and she was witness to my singing of rugby songs, and she still let me spend the night.

I spent nine hours cleaning my house and rearranging furniture on Friday. It was exactly what I needed, and felt amazing.

And then there was a drive to Moab, playing tag with a Z4 (he caught me on the straightaways, I smoked him in the corners) followed by a nap, a hot tub, a bottle of wine, and adult-style frolicking in and around said hot tub, with an amazing view of the stars. Sigh. Moab was good to me.

I came home yesterday via Colorado, and it was one of the best laugh-out-loud drives I've ever done. It really made me want a motorcycle and a certain pretty girl to hold on tight. Maybe someday.

(Timm's driving music was perfect, by the way.)

Now for canine dinner-time, a shower, another beer, picking up remnants of koala innards helpfully strewn about the house by the terrier, and something creative for dinner - Brussels sprouts, anyone?

For the curious, I'm showering these days using mint soap with NO FAKE CRAP (per the packaging) that makes me smile whenever I see it.

Also, I stopped by the tuner shop today to find out if Mr. Q can be chipped. The answer is no. Guess I'll have to spend that money on something else, then.

Also again, tomorrow I have to call Parexel back and turn down the monitor job they keep trying to offer me. I'd rather be poor and happy and weld stuff, but I'm feeling strangely bad about that decision.

... I think that will suffice as an update for now.