I am hating hills more and more. First, there was the burned clutch incident, then today my Studly Hubby and I tried to go for a short easy run and it turned into a crazy hard hill run because that's what everything is around here. According to our neighbor we're only about a mile away from a beautiful lake (Green Lake) but I bet it's all hills all the way there.
I like Seattle though. Every place we've gone out to eat has been delicious, the weather is grand (a cool 70F, as opposed to the midwest's 100F heat wave), the people are super friendly, our apt seems to like us ok, and we're starting to get used to the traffic (at least my Studly Hubby is, I haven't attempted to drive yet and won't until I have to).
Plus I found my socks and underwear today in one of our many unpacked boxes, and we bought a super neato strawberry print tablecloth at Ikea. Man, Ikea is a nuthouse.