This might be a fun place to note that Steve cut my hair. I decided to chop it shorter and, being the cheapskate I am, went to Supercuts. I came out with a total triangle head; it was horrible. It was the night before we flew home, and I was despondent. How could I face my family looking like a tripod? Steve whips out the scissors and they start flashing around my head before I can even turn around. Hair's flying; snip, snip, uh-oh, snip. The price: $0. The result: fabulous. (This is not the best picture of it, but trust me that it looked totally cool, all layered and edgy. The reason for the lack of pictures of me is that I was a total camera hog. I actually did take a bunch of self-portraits but didn't put them in here in an effort to be self-respecting.)