Friendly

 With maybe one exception, ALL my friends love camping.  Until recently I thought that everyone except Trent and me loved camping, then I realized these are just the kind of people I get along with and I don't 100% fit in with them.  If I'm sleeping in a tent it's going to mean that something horrible has happened, like the world has turned into that awful book The Road or the rest of my family has been brainwashed by the Boy Scouts and they kidnap me for weekend activities.

All my camping loving friends share another common trait:  high ideals that I love in theory but can never manage to live in practice.  For example, my friends say things like, "We don't tell our kids that Santa only brings presents to you if you're good.  It's like God's love and grace, you don't have to earn it."  I love that idea.

(dramatic pause)

My kids know alllll about the naughty list.   Someone always says that sweet statement around December 5 and I think, yes, I totally agree with that.  Then five minutes later I'm shouting IF SANTA EVEN STOPS AT THIS HOUSE ALL HE'S LEAVING YOU IS A GIANT BAG OF FARTS.

And now I honestly can't remember where I was going with this.  I started with pictures of Holly after she found the lipstick in my purse and some school Valentines.  Glad to know that spending half our life savings on stain proof carpet was a good investment thus far because with sufficient scrubbing that lipstick came right out.

End with the Valentines in your head so we seem like a really sweet family sitting around the kitchen table peacefully making Valentines.