We also had a little party to thank our friends for all the slave labor/generous help they provided us when we moved. This is about half of them crammed at our table eating the yummy food we provided them. A paltry thanks for all they did. Thanks guys. Note that it's the kids I took a picture of. The kids really didn't help all that much in the move. In fact, they didn't do much of anything except hang around and help by not being a non-help. I guess that's the most you can ask of kids. Thanks for that kids.
Oh, and there was Ben. That kid knows how to protect his bun. Oh, and wear Collin's hand-me-down shorts. I might be biased but I think Collin looked only slightly cuter in them. Mind you, I say only slightly. And, we are still working our buns off at P90x still. Collin thinks he's working out too on occasion. He's been helping me with form. Seriously. This is Collin actually correcting me. The nerve. I'm not trying to sound cocky or anything here, but I'm pretty certain my abs are flatter than ol' keg barrel tum-tum there. And in all seriousness, two weeks in and I've got the actual line down the middle cut abs and the six pack starting. I can do chin ups without a chair and I have muscles I've never seen before. This workout is like nothing I've ever seen before and I consider myself in pretty good shape. Thankfully, I have Collin to correct my form, or I'd be lost. I'm so glad we have it though; without running, I'd be going nuts.