My mom took this photo of me with the truck, evidence of our big fat carbon footprint.
George gave us a tour of her offices at Little Voice.
We met up with Bryce for cocktails.
And Brigid demonstrated her Jazzercise moves. I guess she's taking Jazzercise classes.
TS and I kept up our magnetic poetry graffiti campaign by posting in this broken photo booth. Maybe you can read this (our longest phrase, we mostly stuck to single or double words) if you click to enlarge. Maybe not.
Aw.
This is the Albertson's grocery where I used to get my high school lunches.
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