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Calgary's pretty sister

We're in Edmonton right now. We just came back from the temple portion of our friends' (Deepa and David) wedding. Lots of Indians and lots of Brits, and while I wasn't disappointed on the sari front but the Brit's disappointed me with their lack of fancy dress hats.

Sarah's been here since Thursday morning and I flew in last night. We're currently driving an electric blue Dodge Nitro--not by choice, FYI. Sarah'd reserved a compact, but they were all out, and since we're in Alberta, they've got SUVs coming out the wahzoo, hence the Nitro. It looks terrible, and drives worse, but it's a fun experience.

In other news, the house is looking pretty good. I'll post some pictures soon, now that my time is my own again.

Word to your mother,
Dave
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Anonymous said…
Sweet.

Can't wait to put pictures of Leonidas' head in all of your pics.

I mean..

Can't wait to see your pics.
8:35 pm
Jay said…
Too bad about the hats. Next time, you be the one to start the trend.
8:32 pm
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