(You can decide for yourself whether I'm talking about the cake or that fine specimen of manhood to the right of me)
At another family reunion. Please pretend you don't notice that I have a double chin here.
I took pictures of the completed jack-o'lanterns, but it was too dark and they didn't turn out.
being silly (for a change), immediately before heading out to see my favorite singin' man, Peter B
storytime with (some of ) the nieces and nephews
Eric in his workshop, which is also our crawlspace. That sander is on boxes of our food storage. If you look really closely, you can see that he's using old copies of National Geographic to keep the sander more or less level.
Me. Eric decided to braid my hair and wanted a picture. I know this is kind of cheesy. Too bad.
So there it is. Our fabulous year in medium quality pictures. To celebrate, we're going out to dinner tonight, and we might even swing into Borders and buy one new Jazz CD for our little collection. Why Jazz, you ask? Well, because Jazz is turning out to be the music of our love. Who would have ever thought?
Oh--and then as soon as the semester ends (in May), we're off to San Francisco for five glorious honeymoon-flashback days. We figured we'd take advantage our ability to get away one last time while it was still quite easy to do so.
Happy Monday to you all,