So Ryan, you're supposed to come home today...finally! Way to prove my countdown wrong, but I'm not complaining. I am complaining that Chris hasn't picked me up yet for church and now I don't get my caramel machiatto because "we don't have enough time". Grr my life is so hard. Right. I wish I had your life...so easy! I mean, sleeping out in the great outdoors, the wonderful smell of smoke (I actually do like the smell of smoke...and gasoline. I don't think that's good). Anyway, all sarcasm aside, you need to get home and tell me to quit being such a baby. I'm expecting at LEAST 5 lengthy blog posts all about your adventures into the great outdoors and your heroic fight with Mama Nature.