Employment

Look who got a job!

Come visit me. I'll sell you pizza.

Morp.

Superheroes. We went and saw Avengers for part of the date. Can you guess who we're supposed to be?

Camp

So... maybe we're crazy.

Just a bit.

Okay, maybe a lot.

 Maybe we see pregnant deer, and maybe watch them walk through with their baby a few days later....

 

 

Maybe we write crazy and *slightly* inappropriate remakes of One Direction songs....

And maybe we paint the Bishop's and Bro. Melick's nails...

Maybe we eat plates of fruit while posing for the camera...

And maybe I let Chloe take pictures of me with my cherubic face and my greasy hair...

 

And maybe we take long hikes...

 

 And maybe we go on death-defying high-wire trips just to go zip-lining. 

And maybe we go canoeing in leech infested waters....

Maybe this is Girls Camp...

Advice Bits.

Ladies, (and gentlemen), I am about to tell you something nobody ever bothered to explain to me.

If you are asking somebody on a date,

CALL THEM.

Don't text them.

(Let explain the problem with this to you: People always told me "Follow the Golden Rule. Treat others the way to want to be treated". So, since I actually prefer people to text me rather than to call me, I thought that this was all right. It wasn't.)