Camping with the Fam-Bam

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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