Pants, pants, PANTS!

Apples are yummy.
The best stories begin with, “So I was home-schooled….”
There is such a thing as “UNO School”.
True to form, I had a total potty mouth.
Case in point: “The curtains BEHIND the curtains.”
Drank REAL beer from the liquor store.
So much better than low alcohol percentage crap!
The way I eat Go-GURT® grosses Suzanne out.
Nish told me I had the cleanest feet of anyone he’s ever seen camping.
The next day he said the same thing about my hands.
Baby wipes are a camping essential.
I should have made more Rice Krispies Treats®.
Suzanne says my honey bucket is safe with her.
I didn’t wear a watch or have my phone all weekend.
Hobo dinner rules.
Gail sleeps A LOT.
Wendy let me grab her boobs.
OK, I may have just grabbed her boobs.
Jon’s dog, Cousin, is fucking adorable.
I think Cousin might be psychic.
He attacked the $1 flamingo windsock camp mascot I bought when everyone was discussing how we should destroy it.