You may recall how I went up to my church's young women's camp last summer as a cook. Well, I think my enthusiasm for the whole enterprise has gotten me into a bit of trouble because I was asked to be the stake camp specialist. To quote Camille, "The Upland Stake won't know what hit them."
Boy, is this true. Because I have been known to start pillow fights in the middle of the night at camp. And I don't know how appropriate that would be for a specialist to instigate.
Other ideas I'm going to have to suppress:
Let's put cling wrap on all the toilet seats!!
First girl to fall asleep gets her bra up the flag pole!!
Ideas I won't be suppressing:
Let's braid our hair tonight and make tomorrow Afro Day!
Snow cone machine!
I have always had a difficult time with finding a good balance between responsible adult and circus clown. We'll see how this plays out. But I'm pretty excited about it all. And bonus, I still get to be the Primary president. Well, bonus in the sense that I love those kids and would be pretty broken up about having to leave them. I'm in denial about how busy the next 5 months could potentially get. But it will be fine, right? I mean, if there's a snow cone machine at the end of it all, it will be worth it.