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Well, Well, Well

Lookie here, I'm blogging. I'm also taking a break from Canasta. Where should I be though? Packing. Packing clothes for me and the kids. I'm fairly certain I can get it done in a few minutes when I go upstairs. I have a few more Red Threes to get. Right. Camping. With a 4 1/2 year old and 2 1/2 year old. No internet access. For 4 days. Pray for me. Drink for me. Do whatever you feel is needed to ensure that I return safely and soundly. Thanks internet and my 4 faithful readers.

The husband thinks we should leave the large legos at home. Thinks they may put a hole in the tent floor.

::blink:: ::blink::

Um, isn't a tent meant for the rugged outdoors? Did we get a sissy tent? I don't think so. It's a damn Coleman. It will survive the children and dare I say, it would survive the Legos as well. It's neither here nor there because they are staying home. I'm the sissy. I don't want to risk the tear in the tent and have to admit that he was right and I was wrong. I don't live those sorts of things down.

A couple more Threes then I must pack. Have a great weekend everyone!
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Anonymous said…
I'll drink for you.
10:26 AM
Gina said…
I just came back from a week in the wilderness with 4 kids. the mosquitos from hell and the cabin had satelite tv! I have a bottle of holy water someone brought me back from Lordes...let me douse the screen and pray in latin for you....Dominus habius corpius writtum....
2:39 PM
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