
Yes! Laugh, you wretches! Laugh the laughter of the damned! We stopped to take some pretty pictures of the pretty mountains. Which Lisa and I apparently also found HILARIOUS.

AHAHA! The glee continues! Michael is powerless! And I almost fell off the mountain.
Or Michael is shooting me with some kind of invisible laughing ray. Anyway.
I forget what there mountains are called. Michael or Lisa can tell you. Michael! Lisa! Put a thing in the comments thing and tell us what these bleeding mountains are called.

Then we settled down a bit.

Then Michael got all artsy on us and said, "Ooh, let's take pictures of ourselves reflected in your sunglasses." Voila. Art.
1 Comments:
i like. i like! especially the arty one at the bottom.
now that baby is 3 weeks old and i've mastered the art of diaper changing, i expect to be blipping about blogsville a bit more often.
seeya!
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