SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY, and just in time if you ask us!  It's been a long and winding road to get here, we deserve it and we are soooooo gonna enjoy it.  We rolled off the sofa-sleeper around noon, chewed a fistful of Advil and started downing quarts of water like camels in a desert.  Sundays are all about recovery, and this Sunday is about MASSIVE recovery. 

So last night -Saturday we think - we started out slammin' beers at a local bar and things pretty much continued at that feverish level the rest of the night and well into morning.  Somewhere along the way we moved the party to the world famous Palm Canyon Road House (OH YEAH! IT'S RIGHT ON PALM CANYON DRIVE, BABY!) and it took on a life of its own.  Friends just kept showing up and the crowd continued to swell.  It was a growing mass of humanity and like all bubbles it was destined to burst.

Somewhere around midnight, or 1AM, or 3AM, or....okay we don't know what time....everyone realized that no one was the designated driver.  Fortunately, we never drink and walk, so driving, even without a designee, was the safest way home.  Besides, walking drunk when you're in heels is tough - and it was hard for Stacy to walk in her tennis shoes too.  Folks, we're laying low today just outta reach of the law, but we're not letting them in the trailer without a warrant and they'll never get one with the pictures we have...

      
The party started and just never seemed to end!        They've only been married 2 weeks, but it seems like forever!

      
Haley and Brad were sent as "official" observers.                       With all these friends, its time to get a bigger home!