We are living it up at Family Camp.
While you're reading this post, I'm probably dressed in some ridiculous costume, hanging from a zip-line, and eating a s'mores. Simultaneously.
But please, save your pity for my Mother.
She's 'rabbit sitting' for us. And obviously it's because she has no idea that this is how you get Marshmallow back in his/her cage. (We should have named it Pat since we can't tell a boy rabbit from a girl rabbit).
