Now it's time to say goodbye (update)

My camera battery died two pictures in to Comfort's goodbye party (actually -- it said that the battery was "exhausted." Poor thing). Probably just as well -- I would rather pretend that we are not saying goodbye.
Yuri proving that she has 3/4 of an inch on Comfort. When you're at the low end of the 5-foot___ scale, it matters.
Thanks for the yummy food and sangria and company!
We'll miss you, Comfort!

**Yuri sent along a few photos. I'm posting the ones that I thought were appropriate for public consumption. And not posting those wherein jokes about Karyn's "lover" or "heterosexual life partner" were evident and certainly not those that made anatomical jokes about hot dogs.**

The other morning, I asked folks what they wanted to do that day. They said, "How about Zumba?" So I gave them my best Jazz Hands.
Dance/aerobics instructor, I am not. Here we are doing Jazz Hands.
By the pool (the pool that I will babysit anytime!):
And toward the end of the evening. Karyn's daughter only looked at us a little funny when we asked her to take our picture. Maybe because we were having more fun than adults should.
Sigh . . .