When it came to my turn, I asked Amanda as nicely as I could if she would please switch with Michael since I was an archaeologist and I'd come to meet him. She was very nice and cheerfully granted my request. I was happy, Michael sat, I sat...and then he put his arm around me and pulled me over. My brain went offline and I remember none of this picture. *sigh* That explains the awful, goofy grin on my face, eh? Michael single-handedly - literally - salvaged the photo for me. I'd still have loved to rearranged everyone so I could have had Amanda and Don at hand, too, but I knew a massive rearrangement would have gotten protests.