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In the end, Younger GIrl finished up her week at the Bad Camp and had an okay time. In fact, of all the camps she's been to this summer, this is the one she's told the most stories about. Saturday she goes off to the last camp, all being well. What could be wrong, you ask? This morning the girl was all set to go to Great America tomorrow with a camp friend, but by 10am she had a 100.4 fever; took her to the doctor, who tentatively diagnosed a UTI. Since then she's spiked a fever and generally been a pile of misery. So, no Great America tomorrow (which is okay by me). I just want her to be able to go off to camp on Saturday.
Sarcasm Girl, having arrived safely in LA and got herself to her destination, appears to be having an excellent time--she's already asking if she can come back again next summer.
And I, a has become the norm of late, got very little done today. Ah, well. Sick children trump medieval Italy.
Sarcasm Girl, having arrived safely in LA and got herself to her destination, appears to be having an excellent time--she's already asking if she can come back again next summer.
And I, a has become the norm of late, got very little done today. Ah, well. Sick children trump medieval Italy.