no more 3x5's

I've been home for over a week, my suitcase is still only partially unpacked and my room is an utter disaster. But of course, the only thing I have any desire to do is sit on my couch (or in my bed, or in my backyard, etc) and watch episode after episode of Deadwood. I. JUST. CAN'T. STOP.

Seriously, if this show could impregnate me, I would probably let it. And run the risk of having filthy, toothless, dumb as a doornail, smelly children. Especially if my baby-daddy is Seth Bullock (aka: Timothy Olyphant). Hell to the yes.

I'll get the vacation stories out, eventually. Once I process everything and get my head together. There isn't THAT much to say, save for the awkward family photos story which I really need to document so I don't ever forget. Ever. Not that it already isn't seared into my brain for the rest of my life or anything.

* out of the (very) limited photos I took while there (thanks, iPhone!) this is probably my favorite. I hate lakes even more than I hate oceans, but there's something about the houses on Lake Michigan that clenches my heart.