This is when I'm trying to find a close hotel.

This is my last week before I throw myself into the depths of all that is evil and wrong in the world and pray that I will have the stamina to survive...

aka Girls Camp.

My preparations began in February when I attempted to get a Camp Director called since our stake only goes with all the wards every other year and this year isn't that year.

Oh joy.

So I gave my bishop a little piece of paper with the name of someone I thought could handle the job.

And he lost it.

So I gave him a slightly larger piece of paper with the same name.

And he lost it.

(Repeat steps 1 and 2 at least 3 more times.)

By that time it was April and I still didn't have anyone called.

So I may have casually mentioned it (not complaining or anything) to one of the counselors who told me that if I gave him the name, he for sure wouldn't let me down.

I gave him the name.

He lost it.

I gave it to him again.

He forgot about it.

I gave it to him again.

He asked for a second choice since he wasn't sure that person would be able to do it.

I gave him another name.

He talked to the first person (who couldn't do it as predicted) and lost the paper with the other name.

Do you see a pattern here?

By Mid-May I gave up and began making the preparations myself.

The only problem is, I was always that sarcastic teenager who made fun of every activity and pulled pranks on the younger kid.

I don't really remember anything else about girls camp.

Aren't we supposed to go on a hike too?
(I use the term "we" very loosely, there's no way you're getting me to walk around for 5 miles. That's what I got a drivers license for.)

Do you think it's ok if I plan 8 hours of free time a day and let the girls figure out their own certifications?

Good, cuz that's what I did.

If you'd like to come, you're all invited.

Should be a blast!