Our Camporee was this weekend. It was basically so fantastic that my feet hurt.
This is my child after she fell out of her kayak. She did not panic, she just climbed back in and kept going. I watched it happen from a canoe with a Daisy from another Troop. We also did not panic because I knew she was a Girl Scout and could handle it.
She wants a kayak on her own. It must be pink.
I can have a green one and Michael gets a blue one.
Great Gran’s cat, Dinah, crossed the rainbow bridge on Tuesday. I bet they were happy to see each other.
We left Ellie home (for all of 20 minutes don’t get too excited) with my cell phone while we ran around and dealt with cemetery flowers for Easter (hyacinths this year). She sent us pictures.
She also sent a video asking us to bring her a croissant.
I’m making macaroni and cheese for dinner. Here is a picture of the line to lick the sauce pot:
Claire spent some more time in rice this week. I’ve been so careful after what Betty did.
My cup WITH A TOP spilt on the OTHER side of the table.
She’s OK now. I’m glad I never found the time to do anything (like make rice wine) with the rice from last time. I’ll just keep it for emergencies.