I am a camping survivor! Caaaaamping. *happy sigh* I mean, sure, I got lost on the trails, fell was pushed in the river more than once, ran like a deranged, squealing person from every.single.bee. that dared come within 500 feet of me and, well, going into the woods to pee with just your bravery and a roll of Charmin is a form of modern torture, but, omg, all worth it for the campfire hotdogs. They were so good, I cried when we ran out. :(( And lemme tell ya, they do not taste the same if you hold them over your stove burner once you get home due to your hotdog-lacking desperation.

ALSO OMG THERE WERE SQUIRRELS EVERYWHERE MUCH TO MY DELIGHT. ( I named them all Randy. )

I have much to catch up on (comments and Luke/Noah and Randy post to come, omg), but I leave you with a doooodle. I finally started redoing ones I lost (*single tear*) after Kinney the Computer's last mental breakdown.

lunachickk, for youuuuuuuuuuuu:

Happy birthday, my darling amelialourdes! You are fabulous and I love every square inch of you. And now, a bad!fic doodle I have been saving just for you. It's from your most favoritest author EVAH.

For my cabbers, braving bad!fic so you don't have to since 2004 or, y'know, another date I didn't totally make up adkjks. ♥

For my cabbersface. ;))