And friends are friends forever...

Curses to you, Michael W. Smith, for writing the best friendship song EVER!

I need to issue a formal apology to my own family (mom, sisters, nephew, brother) because their pictures are loaded on a cd buried somewhere in one of our 32 suitcases. They will be posted soon. I promise.

My girls and their new cousin Kaitlyn, or as Ava and Juliet call her, Kutie-Grace.

I have no idea who this is. Put those guns away, cowboys.

Charlie caught a whopper.

I picked this guy up at a local bar. I said, "Hey baby, looking for a good time?" He said, "If you're selling, I'm buying."





Fellow former speech club nerd and anonymous reader extraordinaire, Giraldo.



Four girls who rocked Hardin-Simmons University in 1994.



...And seven of the eight children they now hold dominion over.

So all is well in coooooool Idaho. The windows are open, the babies are in bed and the daiquiries are being blended. This is the part where I eat some dinner and count my lucky stars for a blessed life.

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