Isn't my husband just delicious? Holding such a warm and welcoming sign in preparation for tomorrow's very early shin-dig here at our condo. We're in the middle of toilet cleaning, blowing up balloons, rearranging televisions and laptops for viewing, cutting up limes for the Bloody Mary's, extra coffee containers, furniture out of the way, sauteing onions and peppers to make breakfast casseroles at 05:00am tomorrow, new roll of toilet paper out, pubic hairs off of the bathroom floor, and the list goes on and on. If you're coming, we'll see you at 7:30 in the morning. If you're not, I'm mad at you.