Love and Proper Mascara Application

We have been having a great time with our friends, Christina and Dwayne. They have come over to travel around in celebration of Dwayne's birthday. So far, I have taken them to Salzburg, Austria and shown them around Munich for a day. Right now they are off on their own in Prague, and tomorrow we will head over to the concentration camp in Dachau (which while very worthwhile to see leaves you with that icky depressive feeling that one gets after seeing thousands of images of humans being starved, tortured, gassed, and shot). After that we will head back into Munich to Oktoberfest to lift our spirits with chicken, beer, and men dancing on tables in lederhosen. I may have mentioned it before, but the lederhosen do tend to make a girl frisky.

As Peter and I were rushing around at the last minute trying to get the house in order for our guests to arrive, I walked into the bathroom to this:

That is Cooper after a hefty application of mascara.

I should tell you that Christina and Dwayne are a young couple in the deep throws of love and affection and are engaged to be married this coming May. It is the typical scenario of giddy lovey dovey-ness that one would expect. You know, hand holding, kissing, hugging, biting, finding your partner's farts and burps charming and funny, giggling, etc. It reminds me of Peter and I when we were just newly and nearly married. Back in the day before long work hours, putting kids to bed, changing diapers, smelly socks on the floor, piles of laundry and dirty toilets, moves, moves and more moves, and when we were a good 5 or 40 pounds lighter. But some things remain the same. . . the farts and burps are still there. They just aren't as charming and funny as they used to be.

Christina and Dwayne, we have enjoyed having you here and wish you the best of luck for a happy marriage.