A few pictures from our trip to Memphis last week. We had a great time at the zoo--other than when my sister's tooth fell out of her mouth, and she felt like a complete hillbilly hick all day long--or as we like to say--Ozark American. She has two adult teeth that never formed so she had to have a bridge made as a teenager. One of them fell out when she bit into a sandwich. She was determined not to let it ruin her day--but it was so funny. She kept saying, "I'm so glad B. isn't here." He would have had a lot of fun with that. I have a toothless picture of her, but I won't print it. She would die--she consented to having a picture made so that B. could see. I have to say that you couldn't see it when she was just talking. She had to hide her mouth every time she smiled or laughed though. I'm proud of her for not letting it totally ruin her day--even when she remembered that she had church the next day and that Monday was Memorial Day. She had to wait until Tuesday to get it fixed. (She's a pastor's wife, by the way, and really didn't even want to go to church. She did, though--and hid it well.) Anyway--on to other things--- We have a tradition of taking a picture of our 7 children at two locations at the zoo. We've done it several years, and it's fun to see how they've grown. They used to all fit on that cow--no more. I have to laugh at the picture of them with the gorilla statue. My nephew--sitting in the middle--was so sad when we took that picture. He hates it, to the point of tears, when it is time for us to end our visits together. This is not the first picture where Caleb looks so sad in front of the gorilla. We need to start taking that picture at the beginning of the visit! K. took a ton of pictures at Graceland. We couldn't use a flash indoors though, so I thought most of the pictures were a little too dark to post. I did post the one of his jumpsuits--believe me when I say that is only a very small portion of them. The thing that really struck me was that he sure had a lot of stuff--and it all meant nothing in the end. Oh, and don't you feel sorry for the poor elephant in the picture--He looks so sad. I think he got wind of what my husband and other family members are up to in Africa. Poor, poor thing. Speaking of Africa, B. will be home tomorrow, and I can hardly wait. Have a wonderful weekend.