I’m slightly drunk, which is probably the state I need to be in so that I can properly recover from three days with these two in a tiny crammed space that’s literally about the size of my bathroom in my apartment. 

Despite having escaped to Mexico over the weekend, I go back to work tomorrow and back to the life I’ve carved out for myself here.  As nice as it is to get away for a little while, it’s nice to get back to reality and the fun I have here.  And I’m happy that I’m not scheduled for jury duty tomorrow.

(Pssst.  A few more pictures here.)

Edited to add: Well, I guess we can slap “the heater” on my list of things my parents broke this weekend.  I went to turn up the thermostat that my dad was messing with last night, and I’m not hearing the click-click-click of the igniter in the gas.  Never mind the fact that it’s 42 degrees outside right now, my parents’ path of destruction is complete.  At least they left at 5am this morning and can’t break anything else.