The first thing I did was change into shorts

First of all, I came home to Houston:

I discovered a new talent I have, it is called sleeping while sitting up in public and not realizing it until much too late. I have fallen asleep every day like this since I came on home to this wonderful town called Friendswood.

Incident number one: on the plane ride home- I actually fell asleep at least four times on the plane ride- about every time Joyce- the loud stewardess, passed, I woke up (I think I put too many commas in there but it just sounds right to me). I think I was awake for a total of ten minutes the whole ride home. Once I was awake looking out the window as we were circling around preparing to land, and next thing I knew, I was awoken by my head bobbing up and down in my seat as the plane hit the runway. Incident number two: sacrament- only for a real short time, don't worry. Incident number three: riding in the car with my mom, I was awoken by my brother kindly placing his finger in my elbow pit, it's fine.

Here's how our family pictures turned out:

The missionaries told us we were the worst kids to have their picture taken. They don't understand.