My Larry is home -- hooray!
He had some...interesting? horrifying?...stories to tell about his youth group's camping trip to Fall Creek Falls. He ran out of money, but only because he spent some playing games in Cici's and because he blew some in the general store on important stuff like nose clips and rubber balls. Fortunately, he had enough to buy lunch on the way home, but unfortunately he didn't have any to buy an Icee at QT. (Geddy and I solved that by stopping in at Burger King for a frozen Coke.)
A non-poisonous -- we hope -- spider bit him and we'll have to keep an eye on that spot just in case. A spark from the campfire burned him. And a new friend spent part of the trip throwing rocks at his own privates, which was a new one on me. I spent a few minutes making sure Larry didn't participate in such an idiotic activity and was relieved to hear he didn't cave to that particular peer pressure.
He brought home one penny, a duffel full of stinky clothing, a disposable camera and a treasure trove of memories. Rock on!
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