We've put off our anniversary picnic until tomorrow. We want prettier weather.
While camping, Miss Dash sleeps between us. This time, she was a glom monster. By this, I mean that she glommed onto me the entire night and could not be pushed back an inch. Every time I would wake up, I'd be smushed against the sleeping bag zipper. If not for the zipper, I would have tumbled out of bed. All in all, I figure that Jenny got 1/2 the bed to herself, nobody had a 1/4, and the girl and I shared the remaining quarter.