For the sake of vicarious living...(for the poor soul who get's to see eastern Europe :P )

Haha, just kidding Jen. Here's a poem for you.

You get to see Slovakian cows
But I get P2 pow wows

I get the comfort of home
But you get to explore the unknown (shut up, I know it doesn't rhyme)

Wherever we are, the grass is still green
And we're both out finding our magic beans

Roses are red, mums are maroon
I miss you so much, please come home soon

Here are some highlights... of the Mel Busday celebration in Yonkers:










...And the Hayley Busday celebration in Boston:






















WISH YOU WERE HERE!