So, Thayner, being the perfect man that he is, volunteered for dinner duty on Tuesday (one of my busier school nights) and made these succulent, bacon-wrapped, made-me-feel-as-if-we-were-on-the-beaches-of-some-Carribean-island, shish-kabobs smothered in sweet teriyaki sauce. drool. Kind of embarrassing that he is a better cook than me on his first try. Side note: these shish-kabobs were the first thing I ever cooked by myself and they were not even in the same galaxy as these perfection sticks that Thayner grilled up. I guess he'll just have to cook everything from now on.
So, remember how cross-country skiing was our "thang". hmmmmm...not so much. We still go and love it, but as we slide all the way down Millcreek canyon on our bums because we can't get up after we fall and as professional cross country skiers whiz past our bruised rumps and egos, we can't help but think, "maybe we aren't really good at this." However, if having fun were a measure of how successful you were at something, we are professionals.
Speaking of professionals, we have found our life's calling as ice dancers (again, fun level being the measure of how good we are). Here we all in all of our glory on the annual homemade Davis ice rink. Don't be fooled by Thayne's gorgeous arabesque, he is basically a professional Canadian knock-your-teeth-out hockey player (side note: Carrie Underwood is married to such a hockey player, other side note: Thayne is secretly and openly in love with Carrie Underwood see here.
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