a sow and a cow

I actually never intended to be a graphic designer. Nay, my imagined future had me twirling as an ice dancer. Raised at the hefty knee of our Norwegian mother Sneugorka, my brother and I could skate before we could walk. Backwards. And forwards. We were naturals. Everyone on the ice gawked at our unprecedented glory. Yet, somehow, it all slipped away into salaries and phone calls. Was it Warren's horrible taste in headwear? Our profanely talented mother/manager, who we could never seem to outskate?

Either way, we got outta Ideeho. Yeehaw!