Can't say enough good things about getting away from email.
Ski clothes + warm weather = sweating in the lift lines. It was a sweet little getaway before Sara goes back to work on Wednesday.
Sasha was measured, weighed, and otherwise examined by the doctor today. She's rockin' 14 lbs, 24 inches. 100th percentile. Her height is literally off the chart, which means there's money to be made in tall-chart sales.
Sara talked to her G-Units today, who've offered to help out in some way. Not sure yet how, but I think it might come in the form of someone cleaning the house. How weird and sweet would that be? We're dirty.
The Huck Flint album will be mixed and mastered by the end of the week, and it's sounding great. Then it's back to fat beats and alt-country covers.
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