I have been working through something very difficult for the last few days, and I think it’s finally time to admit it and talk through it with you all.
I originally wanted to publish a post on Monday. As in three days ago. But something occurred on Sunday that I couldn’t have prepared myself for and that I couldn’t have set time aside for beforehand. You see, on Sunday afternoon I finally logged into Netflix for the first time on my own, and I lost a battle with my curiosity.
Rice crispy treats are like the epitome of camping. They are always held in the left hand while the right hand holds an impaled marshmallow toasting above the bonfire. A vegan marshmallow, that is.
This labor day weekend, Mitch and I spent the night with Drake and Marina, two of our very bestest friends, and we had the lovely opportunity to spend it in Marina’s 110-year-old log cabin. This was a real life log cabin, people. It was everything I had always hoped a log cabin would be, equipped with creaking doors, spooky tapping sounds in the walls (squirrels running through the logs, Marina explained), and no cable or internet connections.