Geoffrey and I were leaving Salt Lake after watching Ballet West's Giselle and taking Sara out to dinner when she was done. We're waiting to get on the freeway. I hear a loud motorcycle and see this:The Real Salt Lake Lion getting on the freeway! Crazy! Can he see out of that thing? He was more than willing to pose for my cell-phone camera. A man in a lion suit on a motorcycle on the freeway is about as good of an idea as my leaving my husband and 3 children alone for the next 3 days.
Oh, I'm supposed to be packing for my 3 days of scrapbooking with ladies from my ward/friends at a hotel in Salt Lake. Whatever possessed me to sign up for this?! Do you have any idea how hard is to pack enough stuff to scrapbook for 3 days? What was I thinking?