A story of a camping trip

I'm sitting here, listening to the thunder outside, feeling quite content.  Of topic...this is my 900th post on this blog.

The house looks like a cross between a tornado and a war zone is somewhat clean, the kids aren't home from school yet, I have a candle burning that smells like Christmas, my white peach tea next to me, and life is good.

I took a brief blogging hiatus, both from here and from Loving When It Hurts, to go camping.

Have I ever mentioned that I hate camping I'm not the camping type?