I went camping over the weekend.

This might not seem strange, since it was a lovely weekend, temperature was in the high 60's by late afternoon. The 1 3/4 hour drive sucked, but it's the States and it sometimes takes that long to get into the Countryside. That's the countryside with a capital C. Not the outer suburbs with there 10,000 ft McMansions. The camp site was so far off the beaten path that we heard coyotes howling while we were sitting around the camp fire.

Anyway I digress, all I wanted to say is that although I'm not a camping person, there is something to be said about being out in the outdoors, with a roaring fire going, reading a good book and a can of beer in your seat's cup holder. I felt the stress that I didn't even know that I had melt from me.

Did I mention that we were in a camper as well? Oh yeah, no freakin' tents for us! Still bloody freezing all night but at least I didn't get pee'd on like I have the past three times I've been camping. Bloody drunks unable to stumble out of the tent, before they begin.. Bastards! You know who you are!

I'm bored, I'm going back to the book while I wait for these patches to finish installing.. Here's a nice picture I found the other day. Me and Teacher. I think it was my 40th..

As you can see, it's all about her. I look like I'm doing my Billy Idol impression!