The Bread Dumpster.

The most amazing thing happened to me last night. Becky was driving me back to my apartment when all of a sudden she took a sharp detour to the Essential Baking Company. It was nearly midnight and the bakery was definitely not open. But we were not going to the bakery, we were going to the dumpsters. And what did we find?

THREE DUMPSTERS FULL OF DELICIOUS ORGANIC BREAD!

Some of it was rock hard. You probably could have clobbered someone to death with some of that bread. But some of it was still soft. Still soft and still in the original bags! What a gold mine. And since I just got back to Seattle yesterday and haven't bought any groceries, I'm going to see how long I can live off of bread. Free bread. Dumpster bread.

Boys, Makeup, and Ichiro's Bum

Boys whine a lot.

I wore makeup on Thursday. Lots of makeup. More makeup than I have ever in my life worn at one time. I don't know how, but I was peer pressured to do this by a small group of 12-14 year olds.

Ichiro has a nice bum. When at Safeco, get the seats in right field.

Businesswomen! At Summer Camp?!

My first ever business venture is successfully underway. It goes like this:

Sam and I take a weekly drive to the United States of America and buy as much brown cream soda as possible. When we return to camp, we both start drinking a lot of the delicious beverage. Since we are clearly the two coolest people at camp, everyone else starts trying to get their hands on some of our goods. Because they want to be cool like us. They eventually find that it is not from the canteen, but from our own special supply. And the, BAM! The kids are willing to fork out whatever we ask for a can. Since we are honest businesswomen, we sell for a reasonable price of 75 cents. It's going quite well, I have to say. We also have Red Vines, Butterfinger BBs, and Uh-Oh Oreos available in exchange for brief stints of slavery.

See Cabin 0 if interested.