Back to the quiet life

Well, it's going to be a sad week for me without a froyo powered four-year-old bouncing around by my size.  Today, after a final goodbye lunch at Counter Burger, we drove Ian, Ellen and Megan to SFO and towards their Virgin Atlantic flight.  Their holiday has been all too short, but has also packed it in (especially when it comes to eating out).  Hannah and I are on a salad-only detox in an attempt to shed a few pounds before our naked hot spring break next weekend.  More on that later...

After a trip to Berkeley, Meg decides to become a protest singer (it's better than screaming, her usual form of protest).

Sensible.

Silly.

Happy Halloween!