I Heart Camping
That's right. Go ahead, be jealous. I was left home for 36 hours with only a helpful, self-amusing 13-year-old for company. I cleaned baseboards, edited photos, went out to eat, knitted, and read. The experience was, in a word, glorious.
Try to understand: no one interrupted me the entire weekend.
And then, as icing on the cake, I wasn't home this afternoon when Rachel threw up. Larry - who had just finished hauling all the camping gear out of the car and into the house - had to handle it.
Better than Christmas...
[Image credit: Zazzle]