I can tell Girls Camp is really over because...
I had to make my own breakfast.
My sleeping bag is hanging on the railing of the back deck.
Kelly told me I smelled like burnt toast before he went to work.
My once white socks are now a dusty shade of tan.
Braden pulled various pieces of candy, assorted notes and a plastic camouflage egg out of my bag and thought he hit the jackpot.
I feel like I have no idea what is going on in the "real" world.
"Bazooka Bubble Gum" keeps playing nonstop in my tired brain.
I miss those stinky, adorable, silly, amazing, sleep-deprived, wonderful young women. :)
No comments:
Post a Comment