With family in from out of town we took the whole load of us up to the Wild Animal Park for a visit. We had a great time and I have a whole mess of photos I'll get loaded to Flickr when I get the chance. But for now I'll just tell you that Mark lost his wedding ring and I'm not sure how I feel about that. It is, after all, just a symbol... abet a somewhat expensive one to replace. The nice folks at Lost & Found told me they recover way more than people ever expect, so it may arrive in our mail box some day. For now, I'll just stare at the bit of untanned skin encircling his ring finger and try not to get emotional.
And now, to hold you over until I get the photos uploaded, here's a shot of Anya in the Monkey Dress figuring out what part of the front yard to storm first. I think she eventually executed a brilliant attack plan on the playhouse. She's going to be a legendary strategist some day.
Come back, ring.