

Here's tonight:
Familiar outfit, no? I'm glad it lasted so long, since it cost nearly $100. Yes. Perhaps you recall that in the summer of 2009 we traveled to England for two weddings.

On the trip back, Iain decided that I'd enjoy my flight more with a nice helping of vomit on my shoulder. My clothing survived. His needed changing. Been to Heathrow? It's a big, crazy place. But somehow Charles located a sports shop and there found this outfit plus a couple of T-shirts for the bargain-basement, gotta-love-that-exchange-rate price of $100. What choice did we have?

1 comment:
I can't believe how tall he is. How so much like a little boy he is, instead of a toddler. It means that I need to come out there again to see him. Give him squeezes. You too, including the squeezes.
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