I don't know about you, but as I get older, my punctuality has begun to selectively slip away. It's bad. My 16-year-old self would be embarrassed. By "selectively", I mean that I show up nearly 30 minutes before I'm expected to be at work, yet I feel like I'm always running late when meeting a friend for coffee... or posting a blog in a timely, relevant manner. If you have a problem with the latter, please refer to this chart.
Anywho, we went camping last weekend with my in-laws; and it was glorious. The sun, the food, the company, the excessive Settlers (of which I won 3 in a row)... perfect weekend. This was the first camping trip of the summer for us... finally.
We pretended to be ninjas. |
Roasted Marshmallows for Breakfast. |
We saw pretty things. |
It was so relaxing to spend a weekend away, enjoying God's creation... even if I did find a snake in the river in which we were swimming. Yikes. Oh, and then, the Mr. went all trackstar on us and turned his ninja sword into a javelin. We have no fun at all.
We had lots of fun, and I have the tan-lines to prove it.
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Swimming snakes....disgusto
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