Jeff's mom and dad visited camp this week and there were kisses flying everywhere. I don't kiss all the guests....just the very special ones.

Whenever I wasn't snake-wrangling I was baking, cooking and walking on air...two of my favorite people in the whole world were here!

In other news: a bag of grits arrived at the door via UPS and there was no name or address, so I created this flyer:

I suspect they came from the Davis family in South Carolina. Stan Davis and I discovered we share a strange fondness for grits. I'm going to make bacon grits first thing tomorrow Stan! Thank you :o)