tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718239347160961237.post8030906349485855681..comments2010-06-14T12:30:06.611-06:00Comments on Mr. and Mrs. Thorn: hikes, camp fires, and s'moresSarah Jane Thornhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01130599349182528716noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-718239347160961237.post-30088076360175024582010-06-01T15:34:57.243-06:002010-06-01T15:34:57.243-06:00The only time I ever went camping was to get the s...The only time I ever went camping was to get the somemores; that's it, no other reason. I decided the somemores weren't even worth it! This was in the boys' scouting days. I let Danny take care of camping from then on. Also, I'd never let them take my Fudgie (May 30 was three years since he's been gone). I miss my doggie boy. Riley's coming along; he's no Fudgie yet, but he's getting there. We're babysitting Lilah for two weeks while Brock and Jill are in Australia. She a typical girl; whipping Riley all over the place, taking his toys away from him. Luckily, he's pretty laid back, like "whatever"!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00025274576368949808noreply@blogger.com