so i've got that going for me...

you know how i love a good coupon. or maybe you don't. but now you do.

all i want for christmas is a fresh, new cat

we picked up this rascal on winery day. coconut seems to like the new little guy and shows it by pooping on the carpet. maybe we took the wrong cat back.

this is our non-denominational holiday tree. and the kitten. he might be muslim, but it's hard to tell at this point. if you look closely, you can see some sand dollars on the tree. the sand that falls out of them makes the living room perfect for some traditional holiday sand volleyball.

i'm thankful for the alcohol

we spent the tail end of the holiday weekend going to wineries in the countryside. not the france one, the oregon one. this is a rare photo of us, not taken with joren's extended ape-like arm. it was taken by our friend julie, who i sometimes refer to as "the furniture girl". she's nice, and makes really fabulous furniture. if i had a photo of her, i'd put it here. like i said she's nice, but not in the way that i don't means she's also not cute, because she is.

these are the barrels they put you in if you act like you don't know what a "bouquet" is. i, sadly, am in the barrel.

the best thing about the oregon countryside is the lack of french people, who i like, but don't understand. and the free kittens...

best used cats ever?

as it turns out, no. we had to take Pepper back.

and it made me ponder the age old question "wouldn't you like to be a Pepper, too?" the answer would have be no. unless you like living at the pound.

pole fighting: part one

we started thanksgiving with a big snow hike. notice the poles. they're for the pole fighting. a lesser-known but integral part of snow hiking.

we were lucky and had plenty of sun, snow and great views of mount hood. i took my goggles to protect my mole eyes during the pole fighting.

something smells fowl

well, we caught our first bird in the bird catcher. lucky for us it was the hairless variety.