As is my family's tradition, here's the slideshow of our trip. In the old days, we'd be on my parent's flowered couch and once the lights were down low and we were a couple photos in, I'd see your head start to slump down to your chest and hear your rattling snores.
Luckily for you, from your comfy desk chair, you can doze away and I'll never know.
Which reminds me, I asked for comments on my last post so that I'd know I was loved upon my return. I couldn't help but notice that there were no comments. Not a one. I've therefore come to the only logical conclusion: I'm thoroughly unloved. Sniff. Sniff.