As I sit here typing this in our dimly lit living room there is a gnat-like bug crawling across the screen. I keep trying shoo it away but I think it likes the blue glow of the iBook sceen.

Otis and I went camping last night at a little park on Lake Travis, about an hour outside of town. I think we ate practically every form of food you can roast on a stick over a campfire, including boudin, which actually doesn't roast too well on a stick. The casings are too thin and the insides end up exploding out and spilling all over the place. The Glory of the Lord did not shine down upon my stomach after eating all of that food.

Otis invented a new campfire dessert - S'mOreos. Roast a marshmallow and smush it between the two twisted apart ends of an oreo and you've got yourself a S'mOreo. It's your choice to eat the cream filling out or not. Otis preferred to leave the double stuff filling and just pile the roasted marshmallow on top. It might explain why he didn't sleep too well.

It was great to get away even if it was only for one night and we could hear the dull roar of cars zooming down 620 in the distance. It was a night filled with such adventures as running around on what is usually the water covered bed of Lake Travis, playing with fire, and narrowly avoiding the dog puking in the tent in the middle of the night. The best part is we were the only souls around, and we avoided paying the normal $15 camping fee since there were no park rangers around to pay. We definitely want to make a trip back there with a group of friends, and hopefully sooner rather than later.