Also, and this is somewhat less exciting, my dad is involved in the PGA Championship this weekend! He's going to be a -- I think he's a marshal. Or a ranger? Something that made me think of a national park. Whatever they call the guy who holds up his hands to make the crowd be quiet so that the men can take their swing or putt: that guy. My dad's one of those guys today. Hooray for him! It's the freaking championship! Yay Dad! I hope he doesn't screw up.
I'm going camping this weekend! I think I'm going to buy my own tent! O, I hope they have the one I want. My own tent! An independent woman of the aughts needs her own tent.