i guess it is time for my daily post. I got a golf cart stuck and unstuck. you might have to ask me about that. um raked, and a little goldpanning. tomorrow is our first gold camp so you can pray that it will go smoothly.
two days, twelve hours, thirty-seven minutes and one second.
edit: ‘”Hey Napolean, give me some of your tots” can only be heard so many times before someone dies.’ i am so funny. i want to be a pirate and have a guard duck.
two days, eight hours, fifty-nine minutes, and fifty-nine seconds.
edit: i finished packing. i got all my clothes and stuff that i need to survive a week in mexico in to ‘one’ bag. see,
well i was going to put a picture of my twenty-four inch duffle bag with my small dakine bag hooked on top, piggy back style, but photo bucket is down.
and here would be a picture of my ‘one’ bag next to my empty fourty-eight inch duffle bag. oh how i wish i had a thirty-six inch bag…
two days, seven hours, thirty-five minutes, and fourty seconds.