I'll stop complaining and post a few pictues instead. That should cheer us up. Well, it will cheer me up anyway. The rest of you are on your own.
Dinner this weekend at the Cheesecake Factory! Yum. We would suggest the Tiramasu cheesecake. We would not suggest the chicken samosas. And I'm not sure you can go there and not get a peach bellini (best in town for sure.)
Aren't my friends beautiful? They are even more gorgeous on the inside! So blessed to have had them in my life all of these years.
Somehow I am now included in the dark hair club. Darn Supercuts.
Trevor (my sister-in-law Lauren's boyfriend) passed his EMT Basic National Registry Test. And you have to celebrate that kind of news with a cookie cake, of course.
Lee's punishment for ruining what would have been a fantastic picture of us is having it posted on the Internet for all to see.
The boys after dinner at Grandma's this Sunday.
All the grandkids (add or minus a few.)
Observing the youth at church. Notice the gramatical error on the tagged car (which my brother and his friends are responsible. Matthew wanted it to be clear that he knows that difference between your and you're.) I'm not really sure what was going on here, but the boy in the cowboy hat (Taylor) appeared to be trying to slimjim the windows to unlock the car. I just like how there's a crowd watching him so intently.