We’re “camping” this weekend, which has turned out to mean that we sleep in the tents at night, split the cooking almost evenly between the grill and the electric appliances, and watch the races in the living room. It’s fun anyway, and here I am just a few minutes ago talking to dh, who was in the kitchen.
Ignore the mess in the background. I told you: I’m not really here, I’m camping.
Are you really having fun? I am not. see http://grandi13.com/2008/05/25/self-portrait-sunday-5-26-08/