Vacay

Vacation is bliss.

The 'rents came to visit. Bliss. Shopping, beer, guns, sandwiches, talking, wine, driving. Perfect.

Now we're back home. My agenda today is to let the hubby sleep until he wakes up on his own (this may be a week-long project) and to play as many video games (while taking breaks to play with my puppy) as possible.

I repeat, vacation is bliss.

We may be moving the camping extravaganza to early November, so we don't bake (oh, desert) and so that we can continue this nothingness. It's very, very nice.