Campin' Up

I went Girls Camp last week and as always, I learned a great deal. Behold!

• When the Ward Camp Director inadvertently catches a glimpse of herself in a mirror and shouts out "I'm a disgusting wildebeest," the appropriate response is to disagree with her statement. You will, however, be laughing much too hard to produce the appropriate response.
• Doing yoga in a tee-pee is cool.
• No matter how fabulous she is otherwise, if there is a fellow leader at camp who hasn't yet had children and therefore still possesses full bladder control, you will feel like throwing pine cones at her head. Especially when you find out she typically visits the loo a mere two times a day, as opposed to your three visits just in the the half hour before bed.
• At camp, almost everything tastes better roasted over a fire: Starbursts, Twix, Sour Patch Kids, Snickers, and yes, giant marshmallows the size of your face.
• Three and a half days of camp will require four weeks of recovery.
• Two-thirty in the morning is an excellent time to bare your soul to your tent mates. It is not an excellent time to get up and make a mad dash to the outhouse in flip-flops.
• When you open your letter from home during solo time to discover that your husband has written you a ten-page mini-novel that makes you laugh and cry and laugh some more, go ahead and brag about it to the poor saps who only got one page. But just a little bit.
• You can receive fifteen mosquito bites on one leg and not die. Sadly enough.
• Sometimes, the cool lady in your ward - the one who intimidates you every time you talk to her - feels insecure. In fact, she thinks you're cool.

Yeah, I'm definitely going next year.