you said you let your hair down...

We piled into the van on Saturday evening and made the two hour journey home from my in-laws' (where we never hurried once to get to anyplace in particular and slept in and ate ice cream till our mouths were numb from all that frigidness mixed with chocolaty sweetness - euphoric bowl after bowl full). These photos capture pretty darn well the general goofiness of a certain rested Mr. and Mrs. Sabourin, who were fortunate enough to escape for awhile the recent steady string of sewer and thermostat and oven debacles, not to mention the mother of all gas bills, awaiting them back at their headquarters in Indiana. This song, this album, is our stay awake music and thus I am providing you with a very accurate depiction of Troy and I on the road, enjoying immensely the quite rare and refueling "alone" time we managed to make the most of from the front seats of our car while he drove and I remembered why, exactly, I fell so head over heels in love with him in the first place.