Well, our tri-family camping trip has been pretty documented, so I am just going to post about some fun stuff. As you know (or by now, you should know) that Megan and I are hopelessly addicted to slathering ourselves with mud. Not just any mud, the kind that you can only find in river and lake beds. Silken, ethereal, divine mud. I have decided that since we are so ardently attached to the wonders of mud, our messy sport should have a proper title. I have therefore taken the liberty of naming it squwimming. As in "squishy swimming." Now for something else fun.
Have you hula-hooped lately? If not, do so very soon, for it is what I consider one of the best cheap thrills around. Get alone (or with some equally kooky friends) play some boppy music, and hoop your troubles away!