With all of my adult friends sending out photos and summaries of their new found freedom, I felt compelled to do the same.
Oddly though, no one wanted pictures taken.
L and R didn’t comb their hair until noon, T was wandering around in his undies until 1, N is still in swim trunks from yesterday, and E can’t be removed from skyping with his friend in Laguna Beach.
In fact, I might want to comb my own hair soon. . .