The last thing you must do before you leave on your camping trip is forget your camera. And sure enough, the last thing I did before I left was forget my camera. (Thank you to a certain rubbery-faced, British comedian for that one.) Thus, there are no photos taken by me in existence. Poop, poop, poop.
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Better than mine, he says. Pfft.
Thanks for the great weekend, oh mighty barrel-chested one. And sorry that you had to sleep in the car last night (even though you seem to have enjoyed it)! I was probably pushing Steve into you - it's been awhile since anyone's been able to tell me, but I tend to squish up against people whenever I'm not sleeping by myself. So if that was the case, I apologise. And am thankful that Ghost Doom did not come after you in the NIIIIIGHT.
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Nah, it was okay. My car was surprisingly comfortable. I'm just glad I decided to make use of it rather than just suffer in silence. You should have seen the precautions I went through to make sure I didn't wake Sarah and Andrew. I was the soul of the ninja! And not once did I channel Ghost Doom, although it was tempting. :P
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it is always so hard rejoining the real world after such a time of joy.
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And I will just wait to discuss it with you later when you log on, but thank you soooo much!
Also, thank you for the link to that aussie show. I laughed so hard, neighbor cross the way came to check that I was still breathing.
so funny.
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you sound like you had loads of fun. i'm jealous!
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We did have fun, but it's always good to get back to civilisation. I'm so glad I'm not at work today as I am Mr Lethargy.
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