I say again, because well this is my 33rd straight year (yeah, I am counting the year I was in my mom's stomach and she was throwing up in the outhouse (yes that is probably the most disgusting thing that I have ever written) . Anyway Mahaffey Camp is definitely a place of memories. The best memory I have, I get to see every day. That would be my wife. As cheesy as it might be, it is true. I met my wife at a camp. So with that, I begin my annual pilgrimage back to Mahaffey. It will be, well, legendary.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Off To Mahaffey...again...
I say again, because well this is my 33rd straight year (yeah, I am counting the year I was in my mom's stomach and she was throwing up in the outhouse (yes that is probably the most disgusting thing that I have ever written) . Anyway Mahaffey Camp is definitely a place of memories. The best memory I have, I get to see every day. That would be my wife. As cheesy as it might be, it is true. I met my wife at a camp. So with that, I begin my annual pilgrimage back to Mahaffey. It will be, well, legendary.
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