please don't worry about me consuming my third box of 12 cent peeps. i'll be just fine. the marshmallow may chemically react with the acids in my gut and cause an internal explosion, like a bird eating rice, but i'm young and robust and i'll pull through. rest assured, if this does happen, we won't throw either rice or peeps at our wedding.
oh, and the tahoe trip was good. the house was filled with wooden beams and spiral staircases and a central fire pit thing surrounded by cushions. we should have donned turtlenecks and brandy snifters and thrown our keys in a bowl, but instead we played poker and guitar hero and broke our butts snowboarding. i also ate a lot of guacamole. but back to breaking my butt. when it's not so recent, remind me to tell you a good story about that. it's a real knee slapper.