We're on vacation. I'm getting selfie tutorials.

In other news

Skipper got new glasses and Duchess dyed her hair pinkish.















































Also, Duchess has a Boyfriend, who has come over for dinner at our house TWICE.

Cook has been enormously enjoying playing the role of Sitcom Dad, and actually asked Boyfriend "Well, are you going to be a doctor or a lawyer?" (Boyfriend, to his credit, said "I'm sixteen; I don't know what I'm going to do.")

Running away

Last weekend I went camping with a friend, without my family. It was great. We were actually glamping, so somebody else cooked and cleaned (and we had access to indoor plumbing), which meant that I felt like a kid all weekend. I had no responsibilities at all - no housework, no work work, no emotional work (we were out of cell range, too!). All I did was whatever I wanted to do. What I wanted to do was walk in a river, lie in a hammock, and swim in a river. Which I did! I read an entire New Yorker in one sitting. It was splendid.