Dear Diary,
Sometimes, here at my camp, I feel as if I should wear a t-shirt that says- "only ask a question if you are prepared to listen to the answer" for example, camper # 1 says- when are we going fishing. I sez, "at 3. It's 2:45 now" 13 minutes go by. Counselor Shamu says, "let's go fishing" All the campers are like "WHAT!?!?! we had no idea we had to do anything!!"
The 12 year olds are making me feel like a monster because I didn't bring them cinnamon rolls to their sleep in breakfast. How they even found out about the cinnamon rolls is beyond me. They were sticky and I didn't feel like feeding kids sugar at 8 am. What's wrong with a bagel.
Last night was another 2:30 am late night puzzle session. My. Life. Is. Thrilling.
Love,
Diana