And on the Seventh Day...

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We woke up early this morning at 5am. We started breakfast @ camp, cleaned up the site, and were on the road home by 9am. But it didn't stop there! We dropped Boo off @ the doggie salon to get all cleaned up from camping, grabbed coffee + books with a friend, unloaded the camping gear, played some Wii Sports, picked Boo up all fresh and clean, refilled dad's gas, then headed to Livermore to return the truck.


Wiiiiiiiiiiii!

Once we reached the parental units' house, it was finally time to REST. The units were BBQing, the Giants game was on, and I was making myself comfy in the recliner. As I TRY to fall asleep, I am bombarded with family stories, questions, followed by random thoughts of the laundry and dishes waiting for me at home. Arrrrrgh!

It's ALWAYS something!

Mmmmm... bacon burger + curly fries.

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Anonymous said…
Yum, bacon!
July 11, 2009 at 12:39 PM
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