A big "thank you" goes out to Max Hall for overshadowing Utah's loss on Saturday with his astonishing case of verbal diarrhea. Stay classy, dude.
(P.S.-If you're making yams as part of your feast, you should try this recipe)
Once upon a time she was my baby sister, but then she grew up and became this gorgeous thing: 
Today little Masha is turning the big 2-1. And, even though it's weird for me to think about how old we are these days, it makes me happy to know that we haven't outgrown our friendship or our hyperactive tendencies (even if it means that our significant others can't handle being in the same room as both of us).
Dear Friends and Family,
Most of you know about my owl fetish. In fact, I have even alluded to it on this blog. Over the years many of you have given me an incredible amount of owl merchandise. You are lovely people.
Thing is, given that owls are super trendy and therefore widely available these days, my fetish has gotten a little out of control. A while back I told Mike that it would cool off once I got my most sought-after item: an owl cookie jar. Being the thoughtful husband that he is, he presented me with this little guy as an anniversary gift:
So in the interest of being true to my word I think I am officially done collecting owl items. Just in case you were wondering.
Dear Residents of Cottonwood Heights,
You know those white lines painted at intermittent spots across our roads? You may think that those markings are just there for decoration, but that is not the case. They constitute what is known as a crosswalk. Meaning that next time you see my dog and I waiting patiently by these lines you should probably stop and let us cross instead of speeding by in your Escalade.
Dear Butch,
I like it when we have buffalo wings and salad for dinner. Let’s do it more often.
Love,
Dasha
"There is only one happiness in life: to love and be loved."
