Fortune Telling

We made cootie catchers today at camp, and an eleven year old boy decided to tell me my fortune:

I'm apparently going to die in two weeks. In the meantime, I'm going to live in a garbage can, become a billionaire, buy a fararri, and become gay. All in two weeks.

Wow. What a life.

Water Wednesday

A camper got a hold of the hose today at work and thoroughly attacked me. He's eleven.

SML.

Dumpster Diving

Today, I didn't wear shorts with pockets. So, when I got out of the car, I held my car keys and cell phone in one hand, while emptying a bag of bottles into a large recycling bin. With my luck, my cell phone accidentally slipped from my hand and fell into the bin. And thus the dumpster dive sans the garbage began.

SML.