my hatred of camping is like my hatred of musicals

I always make exceptions.

We had Anne's family reunion camping trip this weekend. Honestly, I wasn't looking forward to it. "Camping" to me means sunscreen, bugs, being dirty, sweating, pay showers, and did I mention bugs? This is the only time we get to see all of her dad's side of the family in one place.

And, it was awesome, as it always is. Her parents are good people, and the family's full of other great folks. There was a lot of stories, laughter, and good food. Plus, the weather was pretty awesome, despite some patches of rain.

I did have to live in sunscreen, and I did get some bug bites. I'll survive.