Dear Rain,

If you would hold off until we were sleeping this weekend, that would be great. Nothing is better than sleeping with the windows open and the rain falling. It's sweet, sweet music to my ears. It's springtime, so I can't really complain about the rain quite yet. Give me a few weeks of the wet stuff and I'll be done with it. There's only so many puddles I can jump in before Jon starts telling me to grow up. Not that I ever will! 

This weekend is another slow one, just Bingo Saturday night. And again, you'll have to read other old posts if you don't know where to go or what time. It's my sneaky, no-good ploy to make all of you read the crap they let me spew!

Speaking of crap I spew, someone should really read these things over before I'm allowed to post. My grammar is terrible! I make so many mistakes, which is hard to believe coming from me. I'm just about as flawless as they come! BAM! Who has their boots ready for comments like these!? I seriously need my own comedy show. 

Happy Camping, peeps!