A little bit of something, a whole lot of nothing

We went camping this weekend, sprained ankle be damned. But I'm glad we did, because nothing will make a person appreciate their tiny ghetto apartment more than having to hike to the bathroom combined with a complete inability to get clean because of the sheer amount of dirt that is involved in camping. Oh, and s'mores are infinitely better when made with dark chocolate instead of milk chocolate.

Only we would make the highlight of a camping trip a drive down the mountain to go to Julian for lunch. And also pie. Because it's like...a rule or something that if you go to Julian you have to have pie. Apple-boysenberry crumb for me, apple-cherry for Kevin, eaten while surrounded by weekend warriors whose motorcycles lined the streets, glinting in the sun in direct opposition to the Old West feel of the town.

We hadn't been back to Julian since we got married, which was ages ago (ages and AGES). I'm glad it got so hot on Saturday that we had to get into the car and drive around in the air conditioning to cool off, because I will miss Julian apple pie in a few weeks. Only for a little while though.

There are roughly a million things I should be doing right now, and I really have no idea how I'm going to get it all done. It's times like this when I realize that I really need wife. And also a secretary.