Have you missed me? I got back from girls' camp, and found out what I already knew: It's nice to get away, but it's always nicer to come home. Nothing too rough about staying in an eight bedroom house on the Guadalupe river, in San Braunfels. And Hurricane Bill never reached us. Did I mention the house had a pool?
I arrived home just in time to see all the boys come home from golfing. Only nine holes, they were all soaking wet with sweat, and very sunburned. It was the wrong time of the day to golf in Texas. Hunter's already by himself off early this morning to get in 18 holes. The course across from our subdivision has a special: He pays $100 per month, versus the $25 course fee, and his siblings can all golf for $25 for the month.
Friday we spent the day packing for scout camp. They left Saturday morning for Kerr BSA camp in Oklahoma. Your cousins in Tyler, more specifically Porter and his birthday buddy, have been conspiring to get together for a long time, and Dad made it happen Friday as well, also driving Hunter and Miller up for a visit. I'll drive up this week sometime for a visit to pick them up.
So Breyer and I are having girl time. We've been to the beach twice, the library, a puppet show, and church. If you want to hear her laugh, call some time and ask her about the puppet show. She loved it, and kept asking how the puppets could talk. The ventriloquist was very good. She does miss her brothers, and I'm already tired of her asking, "But who will play with me?"
She helped me make the cookies for the fathers in the ward...we made three kinds, and bagged them with mustache stickers and a quote. Seventy packets, took us six hours to finish. That was also the same day I had to make cinnamon rolls and muffins for the scouters. I spent last night on a heating pad...my lower back was tender from that day in the kitchen.
I thought this picture of Romney was funny. I can imagine your grandfather shaking his head over this fundraising attempt. They should have done something like this when they were cohorts together in the stake presidency ;-)
I'm sorry I have no more pictures for you. Dad took my camera to Boston, and now to scout camp. Hunter left me his but the battery is dead, and it doesn't work in my charger.
Have a most wonderful week. Remember why you're there ;-)
Love,
Mom
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