Back from a terrific week at Camp Dreamcatcher, and another four stimulating days at an HIV prevention conference in Atlanta. In the last two weeks I've used nearly every piece of luggage I own, and two days after my return they are still scattered around the house, semi-unpacked. Tomorrow will involve sleeping in, watching ridiculous amounts of TV, grocery shopping, looking after our neighbor's cats, and unpacking. Nothing else. The more being a shlub I can pull off, the better.This pic is of me and Adam at the big dance last Wednesday. The dance is a Very Big Deal at camp, and my girls were talking dates and outfits and drama from the moment of their arrival. Adam and I agreed to be each other's dates, but then he didn't even ask me to dance. And there were multiple slow songs, plenty of opportunity!
In fact, the little boy who took this picture of us did ask me to dance. And not only did he ask me to dance, he privately told Adam that he was going to steal me away from him. Ahem. Well, the kid was a good dancer, but Adam is much taller. And he treats me right. :)
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