29 Years and 0˚ Later

In honor of my Birthday, the night before, Jeff and Alison take Rip and I out for breakfast. The wait for a table was an hour and a half. Yea, that's awhile to wait. We get our name on the list and the four of us head to the nearest bar for Diet Cokes, Newcastles and the best Irish coffees around. While we wait, Rip and I show the Allens our new sunglasses.




















Alison insists she try on Rip's new "Fit Overs". They are specially designed to fit over your prescription glasses. How very elderly chic. No?



















Jeff gives the "FitOvers" a whirl. It is concluded that they do, indeed, fit over glasses AND block out the suns harmful UV rays.


















We head to Crystal's to ring in the New Year. The night starts with a friendly game of analog style celebrity catch phrase. The folks at the party had no idea that I am a closet celeb gossip scholar. Unfortunately, even with my expertise, my team, Wearable Leather, loses by 1 point to Werewolf Nine Eleven. Damn it!



















Happy New Year!

You gotta love fireworks in the dead of a Minnesota winter!























Holiday lights in the bathroom. A necessity for any New Years celebration!


















Get a load of this!

Rip jumped into a frozen lake at approximatly 10:30am on 1/1/2008.

True story.

Last year, our buddy Jeff and Alison's Uncle John took this plunge. Jeff somehow convinced Rippie and Alison's brother Mike, to join them.

They did.

So cold. So so cold!


















From Left to Right: Walleye, Minnow, Minnow.