Serious silliness is still the name of the game

So, just when you thought we were getting all uppity and losing perspective...we thought we should include some pics of us playing miniature golf and going to Chuck-E-Cheese. Two activities that are arguably less elegant than some of the exciting things mentioned in the following posts. Marcy is very excited to report that she was finally accepted to the PhD program of her dreams. Also, she is going to a photo shoot for a certain diet program (we all know which one) at the end of the month. Yes, Rick got a new sportscar. Yes, I went to London and Puerto Rico. No we aren't complaining about any of this! But, of course, the best moments in life are the ones pictured here where we are just being the dorks we are.

No, Brian can't really play miniature golf. But, you know...wandering around the course in the sun never hurt anybody...I mean except for the other people who take it slightly more seriously on the course.

Yes, Jill...we still use the clown hat from Andrew's second birthday. Who would have thought that was such a long lasting gift of choice?!

The car comes home from Little Rock

This smile is worth the price! I am a little partial, but can you beat that? I have 3 of the cutest boys! The oldest one just requires a little more pricey toys.

Rick's new Girlfriend

Well, we knew it would happen eventually. After the Jensen's fiery death...after Marcy's constant traveling...after watching his second son go through the terrible twos, again...after months of staring at that backyard that used to be a car...he had to fly to Little Rock, Arkansas and get a new girlfriend. And...drumroll please...here she is! A Honda S2000. It is a really fun car and Rick is, you could say, pretty psyched. Couple that with the Jayhawks winning the national Championship in overtime...you got a happy guy. Oh, well - better than a mistress. :)

Final Shots of the Wearwolf - Willard sistas in London

The food was SO GOOD. Far be it from me, to take pictures of food. It was just too awesome. We ate our way through that city.

High Tea at the Grosvener House.

A Day at Notting Hill Market

Okay, so as depicted below, maybe our tour guides were not all that mature, either. I mean, this was of course, and important shot to get and everything.

No, this doesn't mean anything. Just a picture. That's all.

2 Dorks and 2 tour guides in London

Okay, so this shot is my fault. I just thought this was an interesting choice. Do you want ravens or toilets? Uh, toilets, I guess.

My dad and Beck hoofed us all around town and took us to all the best spots...and in good time. Roberta and I lagged behind and took dorky pictures everywhere. My Dad and Beck didn't seem to mind all that much. We could pretty much talk them into assisting us with any of them.

Cute. She had to have this one. No, I am not sure where their legs went.

As for the Hung, Drawn, and Quartered...yeah, I know.

Roberta made me!

Okay, so we would really be confused about these, if they weren't so darn funny. Why? Why is the armour that way? Well, Roberta just totally lost it when she saw these. As she retells the story, others were laughing too. I don't remember it that way. She totally made me take these. Although, I guess I can't argue that she made me post them.

These two are my fault. I was very interested about why 'the loo' at the Tower of London was so famous. It was fine but not spectacular in any way. There were awards EVERYWHERE in that loo. Also, the 'engaged' sign is for Hillary. This was taken in the loo, too. It is on the door of the stall - gives a whole new meaning to the word, engaged, doesn't it?

You can dress us up but you can't take us out!

The top two pictures are an icon of a little picture 'problem' Roberta has. You see, I thought I would never meet anyone who likes pictures more than me. I had to draw the line at these lion pictures in China town! I said, "Roberta, you just went to CHINA!" Is this really necessary? Okay, we like the 'fook' shops and I found those admissable. As for the rest of the pics, I have no excuse. We are just dorks.

I thought I was SO funny at the time! This is truly an ancient castle toilet. I thought it was a good time to make a joke...doesn't it just totally look like I am reading Sports Illustrated? Oh well, at least I am entertained...

Some Leffingwells and Some Willards in London

Some more stupid tourist shots featured here. I know, it is TOTALLY believeable that I am actually hanging out with James Bond. The pictures in the restaurant are in the basement of the 'Old Vic' theater where we went to see Speed the Plow, with Kevin Spacey and Jeff Goldbloom. I think we actually approached coolness for a while there. Don't get me wrong, I have more dork shots coming up.