I'm Not That Important

OK, here's the scoop:

I'm going to unplug (sort of) for a few days because we're going camping. Tent camping. It's a two-roomer, so don't feel too badly for us. Unless it rains, and then please feel really, REALLY badly for us in our two-room tent with three bored children.

I say "I'm going to unplug (sort of)" because Fairly Odd Father is bringing his laptop, so the temptation will be great. He is bringing his laptop because the kind folks at his school decided that, although this is his measly two-week break from the MBA program, they had to give an assignment due Monday night. Yes, MONDAY night, as in the night of Labor Day. Technically, I guess in Business-School-Land, the night of Labor Day is not a holiday anymore since you've probably already shut off the grill and put the kids to bed.

My deal is that I will not check the internet until Wednesday. And then, I will not check again until Friday, when we return home.

So, Internet, do not do anything too exciting while I'm gone. There will be no guest posters because, well, go see the title of this post.

And, if you really need me, just follow the smell of burned-black marshmallows. It's the only way I'll eat them.