Finally. My Auntie and Uncle sent a picture of what I spent most of my time at "camp" doing: Watching for Mom. I wasn't going to 'fess up, but I really did miss her. As soon as I found out there was no lake, no canoe, no campfire, no ghost stories....I KNEW I'd been hornswoggled. So this is my "camp" and this is what I did. I tell YOU, the NEXT time they tell me I'm going to "camp", I'm going to ask to see the brochures first.
(But I really DID have a good time hanging with my family, though. shhhhhh!!)
Love, Mary-Margaret
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