Posts with only text are lame, so here are some dorky pictures of my mom and me in Italy in the summer of oh-five. (Jared, that was for you. The way I said "the summer of oh-five." Not necessarily the picture. But I guess the picture could be dedicated to you...) While waiting for our train, my family decided to line up our luggage and pose with it because we had so much. Then my mom and I decided to jump over the luggage. Because it's just obvious that that's what you do when there's a line of luggage.
Did you even read what I wrote about the email stuff, or did you just look at the pictures?