The Weekly Woots and Woofs!

The Woots:

Eyre Family Campout,
Summer 2013!

Had a little family gathering this summer, old school style – reminiscent of the way we used to do ‘family vacations’ back in the day (because when there are seven children in your family, it’s about all you’re able to do): CAMPING! All seven Eyre children (minus one brother who unfortunately couldn’t make it – *sniff) got together for some good ol’ fashioned roughin’ it. And I’m not even mad about it…. evident by the 30-some-odd photos I’ve posted here. If that number makes you feel like you’d rather slit your wrists rather than read on, I won’t even hold it against you. For all others: Welcome to the Eyre Family Camping Trip, Summer 2013! WARNING: Enter at your own risk. We’re a bunch of crazies. But a bunch of crazies I’m completely obsessed with (meaning them. I’m obsessed with them. I’m not obsessed with myself – proms. Mmmmmk guys? Are we clear? Mmmmmk.).

^ Hawaiian sandals ^.

Guys – I’d advise that you don’t leave home without these babies. They’re my ultimate fave. And don’t worry that every single member of my family has like 4 pairs of these bad boys. They’re the most comfortable things in the world – worth the trip to Hawaii in and of themselves. 

Oh that right ^ thurr ^ be what we call a Woot-for-Me, Woof-for-her: sister straight up splitting her pants right down the middle whilst playing Spike Ball.

Yep. That happened.

^ Beautiful Shoshone Falls ^

The Woofs:

Just one, really:

That terrible moment when you fall asleep in your tent on a nice, comfy air mattress, only to find yourself laying atop a sharp bed of rocks just a few short hours later after your lovely bed completely deflates into a big fat worthless mass of plastic under your back. Ug – I can honestly say that Day 1 of this thing was quite possibly one of the worst night-sleeps I’ve ever had (I sleep like a rock normally). To add to the rocks-for-a-bed misfortune, turns out I had to pee like a race horse but didn’t dare get up by myself in the middle of the night (husband couldn’t meet us there until Day 2 due to a business trip), so focusing on not wetting the bed kept me wide awake too. Needless to say I wasn’t necessarily the most Patient Patty or Lovely Leanne the next day after getting a grand total of 3-ish hours of sleep. Sorry sisters! (they usually get the brunt of it when I turn beastly. But it goes both ways so I trust they’ve forgiven me. Heh heh – right Sissies? Right? Bueller? Bueller?)

Have a French Fry Friday,

And may your week be filled with way more Woots than Woofs!