I suck.

Okay, I can't figure out how to do pictures correctly. Email me if you know how to make them not the size of the ship. Sorry they are so huge.

Even without pictures, I can tell you that Steve and I are doing great and love it. Here, Steve, do you want to say something?

Steve:
Sure. It was rainy today and I slipped on the deck and rolled my ankle. I have until Thursday (first show) to recover. The hot-tub was nice. Tomorrow we'll be in San Juan but we won't see much of it because we'll be in rehearsal.
A little six-year old girl came up to me at the buffet tonight, looked at me for a moment, studying, and then said, "You're a kid, right?" Yes. Yes I am.

Thanks, Steve! Steve's ankle will be fine, so if you are reading this Mrs. Waltien, don't worry.

We are rehearsing a few hours a day, and I have to say the ship moves a lot more than I expected. Not that I'm puking or anything, but being on that stage while there are some solid winds is pretty ridiculous. However, can I really complain? I work 5 hours a week doing comedy around the world. I don't care if I fall of the stage and bust up my ankle. Oops. Too soon, Steve?

Miss and Love you all.