So we survived the first week of training at camp and what a week it was. There was lots of cleaning, painting, mixing a beautiful mauve color that Marty hated, shoveling a little dirt, learning how to string fishing line, dance parties, movies, painting Camp Rock lyrics on the walls, and a little bit of digging for worms. And there was the part where we all stared at our cell phones on the way to the Wal-Mart in TR to get service. I don't think I have ever seen a group of people so excited to go to Wal-Mart on a Tuesday night or probably ever will again. And the movies, oh the movies. Where else would you watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Holes, Mean Girls, Rent, and Wild Hogs all in the same week while laughing hysterically/hyperventilating/making weird animal noises (cough Becca cough). And the classes where Shawn slept and Ben and I made up MASH for Cuadrado while Eric said some really, really awkward things. Oh, and hand sanitizer. Lots and lots of hand sanitizer.
Here are just some of the highlights:
- I'm wearing a watch!- Cuadrado
- Cuadrado's subsequent panic attack
- I'm like Beetlejuice...- Shawn
- Triplets? That's like twins with 3 right?- Shawn
- Unnawares?
- Seriously, just don't do the split.
-Man capris? No thank you.
- Artic blast
- Miss Allison, that's a rat!
- Let's get freaky in the pool! Yeah, don't ever say that to a camper- that's bad.
- 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, you choose.
-Ben's mad crazy dancing skills
- The WTF face
- You're a twin!?!?! No way!
- Can we take Mimi, Tuck and Ling Ling too?
And perhaps the greatest thing of all....
Cuadrado wearing Chacos. Yes Chacos.
Here's to the next 8 weeks.
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