Free bird

I was supposed to have class last night but the teacher had family issues to deal with. I wish she would have called us before I drove in traffic to get to campus, before I loaded up my supplies and began my trek, before I completed the up hill hike to the building farthest away on campus. At least my legs got some toning right?

So, I get home and listened to the sweetest voicemail in the world from my best friends daughter. She's only a year and a half so it went something like this, (with coaching from her mom)
"An Becca!" which is code for Aunt Becca,
"Ayin!" Which is code for Aaron,
"Yuhyou", which if you're any good at baby talk is code for Love You. I may never delete that message. Ever.

I'm really sore lately and couldn't figure out why. I mean really sore like someone had beat me up or something. I was thinking back to see if I remembered doing anything. I do. It was this. (Read: paragraph three where I'm insane and try to be a gymnist) I think I'm getting old...

Tonight I think we'll try and set up Aaron's 8-person tent. We are going camping this weekend. If you know me at all, you know I'm girlie. I need running water and a roof over my head and a fan on me when I sleep. This does not sound good. Huh, I can almost hear my friends laughing from here...

Any Advice from my fellow girlie bloggers? I'm new to this "roughin" it thing. Help me make it through.

Happy Hump Day!