ULTIMATUM

We went hiking with our Shlect friends.

And here's the awkward shot of the Ashmores. 
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Before it was taken, I warned Andrew NOT to make a goofy face. So instead, my obedient husband attempted a normal smile. 

I suppose it was better than this picture...one I'm sure you remember.

Or this one. 

Or this. 

Or this. 

I could keep going all day, but I think you get the idea. 

But anyway, Andrew's inability to be normal in front of a camera is not the point. 

It's about the Schlect's moving. And the fact that too many of our friends in the past have done so before them. 

I've decided it's not allowed anymore! No more graduating college and leaving for jobs several states away! I mean, why is everyone so anxious to leave this quaint town...without Super Wal-Marts, shopping malls, or things to do after 10pm? 

Don't answer that. 

Where else can you get such beautiful, wide-open views and have so many fun things to do outside? It was raining by the time we reached the summit. From there, we watched an incredible electrical storm...until we decided it probably wasn't smart to stand up there like human lightning rods. So we headed home. 

It was a grand, last hurrah, with the last of our friends allowed to move away from this place.  

p.s. please ignore that my last line slightly hints of psycho, serial killer tendencies. thanks.