Sweet baboo

I heart my bf. He did the camping dishes. Love ya, babe! I don't think he reads this, so he'll just have to accept the cyberenergy instead. If he does read it, he'll be upset that I said "ya" instead of "you" - one of his pet peeves.

I believe that I did just fine on my A&P final, halle-frickin-lujah. The appointment with the relative went much better than I hoped for, so that's nice to have out of my system. I'm still craving evil food, and I'm still tired, but at least my emotions aren't threatening to drown me.

I hope to catch up on rest during camping this weekend, although our air mattress (yeah, we really rough it, let me tell you) may have a slow leak in it, as we ended up on the ground both nights last weekend.

I also hope to catch up on some exercise, at least in the form of swimming/walking at the nearby beach, and I'm sure we'll bring toys to catch/throw/chase.

Of course, I will probably offset that with wobbly pops and too many s'mores, but that's ok.

One more final next week and then I get a mini-break, in which I will get my kids back into school and my eating & exercise back on track, as I strive to acheive my School Year's Resolutions.

I have hope.