Ellemental

The VIM and I are going camping this weekend. The forecast is calling for rain. Lots and lots of rain and thunderstorms. We’re staying in a cabin, so I’m actually looking forward to it. I’m looking forward to hanging out in flannel pjs, and padding across the old wooden floor in my fuzzy white slippers. I’m looking forward to curling up with the VIM for an afternoon nap. I’m looking forward to sitting down in front of a nice warm fire and beating his sorry, overconfident, taunting, Scrabble-playing ass.