First, the naming contest is officially closed. I have a good idea of what I’m going to name the little guy, but Slappy wants to spend some time with him Sunday before committing to anything, so we’ll see. I’d ideally like to have the winner announced by Sunday night/Monday morning so just watch for that.

Tonight was the first night of work and the last time you’ll hear me talk about it. I’m working, for the last time (sniff sniff) at the summer camp where Slappy and I met. This camp is an incredibly special place to me. I feel more at home there than I do virtually anywhere else (besides the four walls of my actual home). The people are incredible, the kids are incredible and everything just feels right there.

And tonight was a great night. This is my 5th summer working there and I’ve never left the first night feeling as energized as I did tonight. Though, nor have I left with a worse headache ever before either. The fact that I’m still alive is a true testament to my unwillingness to let this pain win. But dude, SO bad. Anyways, the people, old and new, were just on tonight and I really feel like this summer is going to be the best of my tenure there.

The main reason that I won’t be talking about it, besides the fact that my boss the woman who hires and fires and signs my check but does not like to be called boss, reads here is that I feel fiercely protective of these kids. The hold a very important and big part of my heart and I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to them (like the time I nearly broke one of their arms and I kid you not, I did not sleep for days. DAYS people).

So I may casually mention that I went to work or that work is going well, but that will be the extent of it.

But not to worry, I don’t need work to find crazy crap to write about. It finds me. And I’ve got a list of things I want to tell you, I’m just spreading them out.

My whining isn’t close to coming to an end…

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