Boy, are my arms tired.

I'd love to tell you that we've spent the last week touring in Tuscany, eating our weight in pasta, and drinking enough wine to sedate an Italian pony, but alas, the week was spent looking for the charger [Found! In the fruit bowl! Why was it in the fruit bowl?] and doing very mundane chores.

But today we went to the country and took a hay ride, looked at chickens, and ate Skyline. It may not be cheese from Parma, but it does come with a free bowl of oyster crackers.