Hi, my friends.
These sporadic posts are NOT!MY!FAULT!!!
I'd post every day. I have so much to say, you know. But, computer accessibility is my problem. Especially, when I GOT!STUCK!IN!CAMP!AGAIN!!!!!!
This is getting old.
Don't get me wrong. I love my camp counselors. And the bunk room has an earthy smell that I adore. It's just not home. You get it, right?
So, I was reveling in the fact that I was home and feeling that all was right with the world, when I discovered WHY I was in camp. I am not a happy (former) camper at the moment.
My people went off and spent time with....balls.
That's MY territory. Although currently I'm partial to balls that have treats in them, in my youth I actually chased a ball or two. I know what they are and what they are for. THEY!ARE!FOR!FUN!!!! I like to have fun.
They went here.
And took one of my favorite people with them...instead of me.
They met some famous people...
THAT'S!JENNY!FITCH!!!!!SHE'S!SO!BEAUTIFUL!!!!I!LOVE!HER!!!!!! and just think that could have been ME she was giving a ball to.....(sigh).
And they saw famous friends...
My mommy knows his mommy...which makes us almost brothers; and he went to the same high school as my boy who was there ...and they are both left handed, which makes them almost TWINS! I.CAN'T.BELIEVE.I.MISSED.THIS.
It gets worse.
And look at all those 'ball' people. There's Jenny again!!! (be still my beating heart!!!) and John Wall?!? who plays with basketballs, and that short guy? HE just talks about balls...and HEY?!? What's Bill Dye, the science guy, doing there?!? Really?
And, to top it all off. I missed a ball-related parade.
I'm so depressed, I think I'll just take a nap on the vent.....
maybe dream about...