I Wish I Was in Dixie

Matt and I went down to Dixie this weekend. Matt's brother Brian has a timeshare in Washington (just outside of St. George, for the uninitiated), so we cut out from work early on Friday and headed down to share the time, trying to ignore pesky thoughts of impending finals (Matt's sooner than mine--his start on Wednesday).

In the fashion of the St. George I remember from my youth, we lounged by the pool all day Saturday and spent the evening eating ice cream, watching TV, and chatting. Today we made the rounds to the SG temple, Brigham Young's winter home, and the SG tabernacle. And church fit in there somewhere too. Good fun all around.

This time last year we spent a weekend there and I, very stupidly, got the kind of sunburn that takes a few years off your skin's life (or your own life). I actually had chills for several days. I am usually very careful but I got cocky and forgot how harsh the sun is there, plus didn't factor in that it was April and I hadn't seen much sun in months, being an office slave and all. It was actually very scary and I felt very dumb. This year I went nuts with the sunscreen and was happily left unscathed. Well, not as unscathed as I would have been had I stayed inside all day, but you know what I mean. I had flashbacks from my lifeguarding summers--reapplying the 'screen every hour; walking around the pool deck with Matt's T-shirt on over my suit, eyeing the kids to make sure no one stayed under for too long.

Also I'd like to point out my new shirt, a personalized B-day present from Hannah. Hannah's got quite the racket going with her very cute hand-embellished clothing. I'll say I knew her when.

Also I'd like to point out that Matt's head looks photoshopped onto this picture.

Hope you all had a dandy weekend!