Back From Haitus
Listen, we need to talk, ok? I know you want me to blog you up so good, honey, but I’m still a little tired. Can’t we just cuddle and snuggle up with the posts that I’ve already provided? Alright, calm down, it was just a thought. I guess it has been awhile. I did not have a post over the weekend because I was camping at a site that was surrounded with more bicycles than the Tour de France. John did bring his laptop in his traveling armoire of a duffel bag, but I was trying to embrace a more rustic experience, even though we enjoyed charcoal grilling courtesy of Chef Luda. I’m going to try and talk about the trip without going into too much detail, because Taryn has already written a book that’s considered to be the authority on the subject. The delicious food that we ate this weekend was made possible by God’s most amazing shape created: the cylinder. This simple device was the difference between our failed first attempt to grill at Emerald Lakes and the amazingly succulent burgers that we made while camping. So, I would like to thank John, Luda and especially Taryn, who organized the trip, for a great time this weekend. I’m sure we will all have fond memories of this trip in the future, and some even have lingering physical reminders in addition. Oh, and in case you’re wondering how a witty, slightly immature, humorous journalism student could have a post about camping without an obligatory “pitching a tent” joke, I thought that such a pun would be hackneyed and inappropriate for a blog of this caliber…and the tent was already up when we got there. Until my next post, happy trails, my little chickadees.
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Cuddleing is for after all the hot steamy blogging, and boy was that one hot and steamy. I must say, your blogs are addictive and you keep me wanting more. Don’t be a tease, keep them coming!