Help! I can't tell where I am. It's dark and I can hear laughing.

Ah Jenga, where have you been my entire life? I've only played this game one other time and always wanted to get it. However, the guilt of buying all that wood from clear cut forest was just too much. That is until there was a great sale at Target. Jenga and several other very popular MB games were all on sale for 8 bucks and I couldn't pass up such a good price! (I talk about this sale a lot - if you donate to Toys 4 Tots, now's the time to stock up). Cathryn and I played a very rousing game of nerve-racking Jenga. I think we only got 6 or 8 more stories after the shot you see of the magnificent and very unstable 28 levels of Jenga blocks. After everything fell, we put together the tower. Yes, 'twas another riveting Friday evening at Casa Del Campo.

In other news, I keep getting spam for some guy named Walter Eichmann. Which is really weird since my secret alias is Swedish/Norweigian and decidedly NOT German. What the hell? And I guess no one needs a bigger cock or breasts anymore either because all my spam these days are about mortgages. Even the Nigerians have enough money. I say, if you haven't realized how absolutely fucked you are now if you still have an open ARM, you'll figure it out soon enough.

You know something else? I've probably taken hundreds, nay, THOUSANDS of showers, so I would expect to be rather proficient at the task. Yet every now and again, I can't remember if I've washed my feet already. Then I wash them again right at the end of my shower and subsequently recall that it's the third time I've washed them. Weird.