Proof that I suck at Wii (take a look at Bob’s expression as well as the very, very concerned faces of the kids who are watching). Also proof that Bob and I should not adorn ourselves with glowing necklaces.
Proof that even after thirteen years of marriage, a husband might have a few secrets from his wife. He looks fetching in that hat, doesn’t he?
Proof that I am, indeed, married to a minister. Also proof that he looks awfully good in that robe and stole, doesn’t he? Probably better than in the hat.
Proof that Francis is an absolutely adorable cat. Also proof that we live in a house with gorgeous floors and banisters that need dusting.