Steve chimes in...

Enjoying Boulder by my lonesome...
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Unfortunately it’s been a few days since I’ve been able to contribute to the blog but I’m very happy to see that Stephanie didn’t totally omit all reference to the methane producing factory she keeps in her pants. I’m not sure if it was the deep fried appetizer at Sherpas or the fresh air playing havoc with her system but whatever she put in that body came out with a frenzy – so much so that I’ve decided to amend my reference to her from little miss chatterbox to “Stinky” – for day’s it went on! As Stinky also alluded to she tends to suffer from the odd bout of narcolepsy and as you can see from the picture, the Wednesday night at Boulder was no exception. Despite all the jibber jabba about going out for Italian; the instant we returned to the room after a fantastic lunch and a few extra glasses of wine at the Bradley Boulder good ol Stinky fell comatose on the bed without so much as a sweet dreams. Fortunately I had a good movie to watch which gave me the strength and distraction to live through the stink that was produced throughout her slumber. Hunger developed a few hours later and I figured it would be wise for me to go get some food for the two of us to avoid Stinky waking up at 3am in the morning and jabbing my ear off about being hungry; so I took myself out in the snow to get some take out from a local restaurant. Once back in the room with food, Stinky raised her head off the pillow just enough to shovel some food into her mouth – eyes closed with no idea of what it was – and chewed through it open mouthed like a cow in a new pasture, before falling back asleep and continuing the fart fest. 3.45am – nudge, nudge, tap tap “hunny, I can’t sleep, do you want to talk? What does a guy have to do to catch a break around here………….

whatever she put in that body came out with a frenzy