these are not my walls

So, in case it wasn't clear from the strangely increased traffic/commenting on my last post, let me clarify: there were many, many people from this world wide web-thingy who would have loved to be at Jazz's wedding a couple of weeks ago. They are the reason for the many pictures and detailed summary; I wanted, as much as possible, to give them a sense of what it was like to be there. So if I do something with you and don't post about it to the same detail (I'm looking at you, Jessica, who I will see today and about whose visit I will probably not write a novel), it's not because I love you less. It's just that the demand will be lower.

Case in point: my mom came to visit this weekend. We had a fantastic visit - lots of coffee and walkin' and talkin', like all the best visits with my mom - and yet nary a photo to be seen. And, uh, no offence Jazz, but I love my mom more than you. :P