No more mountains, and no more sleeping with boys.

Yeah, that's an awkward title, but it's fitting. And so it stays. I am sitting in the airport anxiously awaiting to board my connecting flight through Memphis down to Montgomery, prayerfully landing around 10:55 am. Colorado is still one of my favorite states, but I'm ready to be out of here. I can't wait to get to my bride, that gorgeous gal consumes my every thoughts. And it will be so awesome to see her (you, honey). And she is so much better to sleep beside than Jamie or JD, or any of the other fools for that matter. Better really isn't the right word to use there, unless I preface it with an 'exponential' or even an 'eternally' adjective. Ah well, what matters is that I get to be home today, and that is awesome. My little sister (yeah, I claim her, cause I don't like the in-law crap titles that seem very insignificant and unattached) is getting married on Saturday, and I'm so happy for her and the hunk she is hitching. He's a rad guy, and already a brother to me. "And when I say brother, I don't mean, like, an actual brother, but I mean it like the way black people use it. Which is more meaningful I think." (Thank you for those words of wisdom, Derek Zoolander.) After the wedding, I will have a few days to just be off, at home with my wife and my dog. And I can't wait... God, get me home soon please. Good morning, Lord. Help me to not be an idiot today. Thanks. I love you. And I love the bride I get to see very, very soon.