UPDATE: Two down, one more to read...Bella is up at the church right now, loading her stuff into someone's car, waiting to leave for her first year at Girls Camp. I'm so excited for her.
As per instructions, Bella's taking a sack lunch and a foil dinner for her food today - as if her parents, the laziest of campers, know how to make foil dinners. "She can't roast a hot dog over the fire?" Bri said. Gripe, gripe. There's probably a camp requirement that she has to cook dinner over the coals, or something. I've never had one turn out well, which is just one reason why I'm the tired, bitter old woman I am today.
When we were done grousing, I did find a nice foil dinner website, providing foil dinner recipes that actually sound appetizing and giving expert foil dinner tips (no cheese, unless you want the thing to catch fire - although some people like that burnt flavor). Bella ended up taking a nice pouch with sliced potatoes, broccoli flowerettes, and a big flat hamburger. We'll see how it goes.
In other news: our car is dying. Bri's thinking it might have a cracked head. Since yesterday he's been taking either the bus or his cage car (unmarked cop car) to work. We were planning a trip to Tri-Cities this weekend, but unless our tax money shows up this week, we might be staying home instead. Let's have a pity party for us: Awwwwwww. Our friends Michelle and Mike know a good mechanic so we'll see if that works out.
Also: Another great post by Israeli poster Anna, called Fear of Fertility, touting the benefits of "curviness."