These are my two perfectly toasted marshmallows. I don't think I've ever been more proud.

Jen and Scott had invited us over to barbecue.

Robyn came, too.

I wanted to take a picture of D'arby and Margaret, since Margaret's 5-9 and D'arby is expected to be about that tall when she finishes growing.

They made faces the only time they were both paying attention to the camera.

Jen baked potatoes and other things. There aren't any more pictures of food, so if that's what you're looking for, you may as well leave.

Jen also has this in red at her shop, Sugarpuss. I think I need one.

I'd also like Robyn's skirt, but it's probably not available anymore.

I asked if this was Jen's voodoo cookie monster. She says it's actually just a plain old pincushion and that her dog ate the eyeballs, but I'm not sure I believe her.

We joked that Rich's shirt was missing an N- or an L- or a -D, but I think what's really gone is the SP-.

I wasn't really paying attention to what going on, but they were joking that Rich had kicked D'arby so she was pretending to cry.

I said she should show him what she learned at Project Courage.

Or at the self-defense class at the Rock 'n' Roll Camp for Girls.

(One day last year, she came home giggling that she'd kicked the instructor in the balls four times.)

She's a fine little actress.

I eventually gave up on the moon, and we went home.

This is what happens with auto level adjustment.

These remind me of those lomo photos people are always gushing over.

I don't see what the big deal is.

If you just turn off your flash, turn up the shutter speed, and bounce around, you can get the same effect.