Ouch.

I stumbled onto a free rego for the camping/floating trip this weekend.

I agreed to go.

I will be sleeping alone in a tent. For the first time ever.

I am afraid of being outside, alone, in the dark.

I am also afraid of being alone.

Both of those things are the reasons I have to go.

Just so you know...

I'm alive and well and have NOT, as I have may or may not have been worried about at one point or another, been chopped up and thrown in the Mississippi River. But that's another story.

And in case you were wondering, and are prepared should the opportunity present itself, there is NOTHING more amazing than watching your daughter stand on a stage, by herself, in front of the entire elementary school and assembled parents and sing like an angel. From the beautiful depths of her heart, without fear or apprehension. Her voice was sweet and strong and I was so proud of her.
(I know what you're thinking...give us a break already...don't worry, alien Mimi returned and promptly rolled her eyes at me before the hour was up. I'll take my sweet mommy moments when I can get them. They are getting fewer and further between lately)

In other news, I signed up to go camping.

In the woods.

In a tent.

With the bugs.

And the sweating.

And some other stuff. If you don't hear from me after next weekend? Check the river.

Hopefully I'll check in more next week; lots of stuff going on with this girl!