We had a discussion about the extension cord for the chargers for our phones.
We have the same discussion every night.
"What are you at?" Kathy asked, as she noticed that I had my charger plugged into the short cord.
"Why?" I asked.
"I need the cord."
"Where's yours?" I asked.
"Upstairs. Come on, what are you at?"
"I'm only at 96 percent," I said. "Why can't we get another $4 extension cord so we don't have this conversation every night?"
And that's where we're at.
Camp Clifford is worn down.
There's paint needed. There's some cleaning that needs to take place (particularly in the rooms of our two extended campers).
The air conditioning is on the Fritz.
Yet, we will be opening for business in just a couple of days.
Sam was in bed the other EVENING as he took his post-school nap.
"What do you think you're gonna' do all summer?" I asked.
"You're kinda' looking at it," he said.
Of course he knew that I'd be cracking the whip, but I did laugh.
"When does Camp open?" My nephew Johnny asked as he face-timed me during the Yankee game.
"Soon," I said.
"I need a bed," he answered.
"You may have to work," I said.
"Whatever you need!" He answered.
Lord help me.
They have plenty of room for all kinds of fun activities!
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