Here’s a look back on my camping trip with my cousins this weekend. We went from getting the park ranger to rifle through about 200 envelopes in the parking payment box, to buttering up the old lady at check in, to making good friends with an old man that cuts wood.
I just got home from camping a few hours ago. Padfoot and I were both over due for a bath; no ticks for Padfoot! Unfortunately I can not say the same. More on that later.
I just checked my mail to find this tome of a catalog. B&H is hunting for the kill this holiday.
The check engine light has been on for two weeks. I know what's wrong, I just don't think it needs fixing. I can live with her running like shit, just as long as she's running. Hopefully she'll stay with me for another year.
