...And Kate fails to kick the French boy out.
Ahem.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
I did not do anything with him. Did not even kiss him. But did spend all night curled up next to him while he played with my hair. Which is quite possibly more dangerous. But, he also didn't try anything, so I'm not sure what's up with that.
Sigh. He is hot. I am conflicted.
Hiking exploits, experimental cooking, general nerdery, and cat pictures.
Seriously. Do not call me Katy.
