be prepared

So Ross is off to his first Scout campout this weekend. I sent him off and there he was in his Scout uniform (purchased at Savers and DI) amongst a bunch of ridiculous teenagers. I felt bad for him because, let's face it tomorrow, I'm going to get my massage and he's still going to be recovering from sleeping on the ground.

However, I should have planned farther in advance. Because here it is, Friday night, and I should be out partying and living it up. But instead I decided to just go back to work and get some stuff done. How lame is that? Don't answer that.