My ex-door neighbor Martha guessed that I found 45 pens in the catch-all between the two front seats of my car. She lived next door to me for 10 years so who would know me better personally, right? I mean, Martha really KNOWS me. Personally.
Ann Allred, AKA The Mom, guessed that I found 47 pens. She just happens to be married to an English professor at BYU-Hawaii whose office was right next door to mine for years, so who would know me better professionally, right?
Well, they were both wrong. Impressively wrong. But just barely. I found 46 pens in the catch-all between the two front seats of my car.
This can only mean one of two things--either I'm 46 times mightier than the sword, or I'm certifiably insane.
Before I get hauled away in a straight jacket, I want to tell you about girls camp, okay.
But not today. Today I just really need a long winter's nap. And I do mean winter's nap, being as I suffered through freezy cold temps (literally) last night in Lava Hot Springs. And I do mean SUFFERED. Can't tell you how many times that "S" word shivered through my head between 3:45 and 5:30 a.m.
Remember last summer when I said I wanted to be a pioneer, so. frickin. bad?
Can I take that back?
Unless of course pioneers got to stay in KOA Kampgrounds with bathrooms that make you feel like you're walking into a spa.
If any of you have been to Lava Hot Springs you know what I'm talking about.
GIRLS CAMP ROCKS!!!!