Seriously, though, I can't get over how funny this was. I was sleeping on the make-shift third bed in our room at the Prince II Hotel, which was a mattress atop a camping cot about 70% its size. Needless to say, this was not the most stable contraption. When I woke up, I reached for my watch to see what time it was, and next thing I know I'm on the floor, legs legs in the air, mattress on its side, laughing hysterically. So much for trying not to wake up Viv and Katie.
back from DR [what an adventure! no blog but it was certainly blog-worthy] and off again soon...
i miss you but am glad you are having such a great time and staying out of trouble!
thanks for the postcard, it's gracing the fridge...
drop me a line with the new email when you get a chance.
xxoo your pal Annie