I just bought myself some Swedish clogs at this quaint place in Vail during my lunchbreak. They'll keep my feet warm on the job during winter. Vail has a real Scandanavian flair which makes me feel like I'm getting in touch with my roots, being Norwegian and all. Dave is Swedish, so we might just go completely Scandanavian for a while. Don't be surprised if you see me in briads and long, stripey pink socks with clogs and I try to serve you smoked salmon with capers on a bagel and start baking luscious pastries. High five to all the Norwegians and Swedes out there.
