Come on Sucker Lick my Battery

Within the last 48 hours I have had my hair pulled out, butt slapped, harassed about not lettings someone sit on my lap, hands cemented, inhaled toxic fumes and used the word poop three times in a chapel service... all's fair in a weekend at good old camp.

It was a really good weekend, and it was nice to get back out to camp for a while. Now, all I find myself asking is, "Is it summer yet...?" Soon enough dear friends. I made some really fun mosaics on Saturday and a cool charcoal drawing.

We were playing board games on Saturday night, and I had Flight of the Conchords lyrics in my head.... Well I was sitting across from a camper and I was saying the lyrics and said, "Come on sucker, lick my battery..." I am so dumb. He said it the rest of the weekend (okay, so he said it at least once.) I didn't realize, but was later informed that maybe that wasn't a good thing for him to be saying. Oh well. Ha - it is a good lyric though.

With that I'll give you a glimpse into what I"m talking about.

Can I please marry these guys? Please?