Because I did promise you, after all.

Ok - I'm a little short on obnoxious baby animal pictures to contradict my last post (soorrry), but could I interest you in a picture of me and *COBRA Commander holding our New Moon tickets?

For the past two seasons, we've taken a trip to Jackson, WY with the quilting platoon and various friends. We use up Kelly's timeshares and go to the annual FireBall (post later), and it always seems like some Twilight movie is getting released while we're there.

Jackson Hole, in the off-season, is a magical place, because the tourists go away and you can see who the locals are.

The interesting thing about their locals, is the lack of Twilight-obsessed women that live there. Their movie theater at 4:15 p.m. the opening day of New Moon, had no line. We bought ghetto red raffle tickets from a guy with a calculator, and walked right in. We laughed like last year, at the cheesy dialogue, but were duly humbled when that Lautner kid took his shirt off, and we were more respectful then.

So, instead of kitten pictures, here's one better:

COBRA Commander and her trusty sidekick Destro (should be my nightlife alterego). Notice the tickets were already ripped in half for us when we got them. I really think they were running low on tickets and ripped them in half, like those days you see the sacrament pieces in the size of peas. Usually when there are an extra hundred people at church for a baby blessing everyone forgot about.

By the time we got out of the theater, their teenage population had showed up. So there's us being trampled by people who were, unfortunately, not dressed up in the theme of casts and prom dresses.

So that's Heather, Liz, Kylie, Me, and The Commander in front. I never was "team" anything when it came to that Twilight crap...I figured I would be considered team Edward because my Twilighter friends called Rbf my Jedward because of our embarrassingly hot-n-heavy, zero-to-sixty relationship...that or because I used to wake up to Rbf gazing at me while I slept. Just kidding. Edward would get embarrassed and shifty and ran away. Rbf would just get excited that I was finally awake. So they're really not the same.

But after seeing that movie, I suppose I'd have to pick Team Jacob because of his pec muscles. That's all.

The real post about Jackson is still coming. Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm sure you're on pins and frickin needles. Love you guys.

*COBRA Commander is her nickname at work...and since I'm her COBRA sidekick, they call me Destro. I believe the creators of G.I. Joe were going for some form of the word "destroy" when they came up with the sidekick's name. I say it's fitting. At work, CC dominates the COBRA admin arena, and as I was brought in to manage some of the programming for her projects, I have destroyed many things for her. I've been of immense value to the team.