Leaving my Cares Behind?
July 9th, 2005It is my turn to announce that I will be away for a week or so. I will be accompanying the youth of our church to camp, where I will engage in various activities including, but not limited to, pillow fights, vain attempts to convince high school girls that their areas should be kept clean, and late night watches to guard against those who would duck tape my door closed.
The real question is whether CJ can remain as sane in my absence as I did in his…
I was going to correct your spelling of “duck tape”, but it appears you’re correct. However, I’m still not sure it’s a verb…
And, you can help them answer “the most important question facing today’s young teens”: should I wait?
(Sadly that (mostly verbatim) quote was heard on a FonF broadcast commercial.)
overheard CJ mentioning some sort of wild 7 day long wild party involving all sorts of unmentionables… something about “we are going ballistic. out of control. yawza.”
My young teen friend Autumn says “You guys have too much time on your hands if you are writing all of this. Really. Don’t they got cars to wash?”
Shannon replies, “At least we are responsible enough to OWN cars.”
Autumn grumpily points out that she is only 15, and that if she had a car she would run me over,
and now I’m thinking I’d better get back to this wild youth camp I’m stuck in.
Are you telling me you have WiFi in the tents…what sort of camp is this? Whatever happened to the great American vision of getting away from the world…you know, “I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die discover that I had not lived.”
By the way, how’s the bacon?