Not you, Naan Bread.
In order to bond with both Corpus Christian friends & with Mother Nature Herself, Rebecca, Michael & a selection of the Corpus Christians & I all went camping the night of December 30th. This was a stupid idea for several reasons, including but not limited to the fact that it was probably below 40deg that night.
I am eternally grateful to my father for having bought me a warm & waterproof sleeping bag, as I woke up the morning of New Year's Eve to a small lake pooling on my legs from a steady leak in the tent. Rebecca & Michael had fled tent premises at 6am when she came down with a stomach virus only to get lost in the fog & discover a La Quinta to call home for the next 24hrs.
Camping officially re-instated my cough & reposessed both my voice & Rebecca's digestive system. Despite this, I think everyone actually had fun making smores & peeing on the cold ground through their seven layers of clothing (I had on 5).
Rebecca sadly missed New Year's Eve, but I was determined to ring it in, voice or no. I hope someone captured a photo of my blue dress with the Lady Gaga shoulder pads; I failed in my usual zest for photography this year.
I am now taking full advantage of my final days before the Return of Life & Reality by doing a lot of laying in both the individual & group categories. (Michael now has a photo of Rebecca & me napping together, with Kitten stretched out between us in all his furry orange glory.)
Was your New Years lovely, m'dears? Please do tell. I can almost answer back in my regular voice now!
Love from a Sarah