Thought the Beasty left

It is that time of year again. I wish I was there at Camp Greentop. I went to go watch a movie. It was funny. A good get-away for the most part. Then I come home and my hopes for a peaceful weekend seems dim.

It's bad enough I know it exists. I don't need constant reminders.

I was going to fry up some burgers at the house, now it looks like I will use the grill I sold while those guys are at Greentop. I told them I would. It just seems more of a hassle.