“Jagger, Bronx, Maxwell and Ace.”

4-H camper here too!

This camp has everything- A scary tower. A submerged train. Abandoned structures. That thing where bats fly in your face.

I never apologize for farting. I have a bit of a grudge about it. I was once sent outside of class for farting because everyone started making fun of me and it disrupted class. So I got sent out. Farts are natural, and while I try to be polite about them, I’ll never be sorry.

Where I grew up the rich kids were the ones who didn’t go to camp. Camp was for people who needed childcare during the say. The well to-do families had stay-at-home moms.

I actually run a camp. That’s my job. It’s year round, several sessions throughout the year. But the first time I conducted a session I had no idea what I was doing. The job just got dumped on me through a crazy series of events and I was just trying to get through the week without killing anyone. My campers are all…

I spent three of the best summers of my life working at a little scout camp in Eastern Ontario, just outside of Perth. I have literally dozens of stories from it (I’ve already told two here) but this is my favourite:

We had a HUGE raccoon population around the camp. Big families that would get into gang fights at…

I had my first real kiss at summer camp. It was a sports camp - I was there for soccer and he was there for triathlon. We had some sort of all camp activity and afterwards were all supposed to go back to our cabins (boys and girls on opposite sides of the camp). Well, somehow he and I snuck off toward the lake and…

Are you a blonde or a redhead?

Work poops are poops that you get PAID to take, though.

I call this “The Great Pooping Stand Off.” I hate it when I’m trying to wait out someone who seems to be trying to wait me out. It’s like Thunderdome. But with pooping.

At an office building that I once worked in, there was a bathroom that was down an abandoned hallway. Nobody knew about it, and it was GLORIOUS. I would step away, take as much time as I wanted without anybody barging in, I’d relish in a fleeting moment of solitude then return to work.

Here is the number #1 (no pun intended) rule of etiquette for multi-stall bathrooms: If you are done with your business and the other door that was shut when you got there is still shut, someone is holding onto their poop for dear life, praying that you will hurry up and leave. Please move along. Hopefully someone…

Ok, so you are mad at your neighbor because their dog barks all day. That person needs to deal with that specific issue. It does not mean, however, that every instance of a dog being left alone while the owner is working is abuse. Let’s not exaggerate.

You’re volunteering to dogsit for free?! Cool!

By contrast, a quick overview of the anatomy of a cat’s brain that I whipped up:

Whenever I travel for business, my husband works from home so that the dog doesn’t get lonely, since he’s used to me teleworking by him all day. Even though he’s not lonely, he still misses me, looking for me in various locations (bathroom, bedroom, behind doors) and sleeps under my pillow at night.

Stop science-ing on these pearl clutchers.

The man lives in Minnesota. He’s most likely hiding in his cabin. Or a friend’s cabin.

A dad for the second time. He has a son. I know this because I watched his show. And he clearly loves his son a lot. Just making sure we don’t accidentally make him look like a dirt bag. Because I love Ice-T and Coco.