Little did I know people are actually reading this blog occasionally, and some of you complained that I failed to cover day four. It's not like nothing happened on day four. I was just tired.
In fact, this happened on day 4:
We met up with the Great Grandparents, who were on the quiet side but seemed happy to see us, and Maria gave them kisses, when not swimming or pole dancing.
Yeah. Here she is on the pole:
Today the kids just swam at the local pool. Kurt was moving too fast to be captured on film, so here's Maria again:
It's worth noting that today was the day I was supposed to die. Unless a meteor hits this house in the next hour and forty five minutes, it looks like I made it. Once again, I procrastinate.
Tomorrow, New York City and The Book of Mormon. Rock on.