I hate roosters

I just wanted to remind all of you living in your cozy little urban houses in America, that roosters are stupid. I think I am starting to adjust to the one outside my window, because today at 5am, when it started crowing, instead of waking up, the noise turned into a German lady yelling at me in my dream. That's a step in the right direction. maybe.

But once again, this post is not about roosters. I think I can post some pictures now. This may not work, so if it doesn't, be patient, and maybe someday it will. This is the fun party cabin on the overnight ferry from Iloilo to Cebu for swearing in. The Farvers on the left, Anna, and Eli. Here is Erin, me, and Anna, all spiffied up for swearing in.
And this is Erin and Anna testing our makeshift 3-person bed to see if it will roll apart in the night if we thrash around a lot in our sleep. It moved a lot during their test, but when we actually slept on it, we didn't trash around nearly so much, and the beds pretty much stayed together. It was way more comfortable sleeping three across this bed than taking turns on the cot from the spanish inquisition each night.