picture pages!

I'm sorry I don't have a squeaking black marker to annotate these.

Here's our front door. It opens for thee! If you are reading this and you know how to reach us, it means you are our friends, and we love and miss you, and cannot wait to lug your wheelie suitcases up these lava rock "stairs."

And then, here's me sipping my birthday drink. I'm wearing the '80s knit dress that I bragged about a few months ago, and still haven't been brave enough to wear to school.

Back to the visiting issue.Where the heck are you guys? Please, please come. I promise you, we drink swanky drinks like these every night! And roast a pig every two nights in our backyard imu. At least, we will when you're here. Or go to Costco for a rotisserie chicken. EVERY NIGHT!