I think I somehow agreed to a camping trip this weekend.
I don’t remember how that happened, but the pile of camping gear in my living room makes me think that I nodded my head at one crucial wrong moment.
My friend Rachael gave me the best advice I could have ever gotten: only say 5 out of the 10 things I want to complain about.
It’s just one night.
It’s just one night.
It’s just one night.