Last weekend, my husband took my monkeys off into the wilderness for a Cub Scout camping weekend, along with all the packs in our area.

He asked me if I wanted to go. I laughed so hard I almost wet my pants.

Not really, but I decided to pass on this trip, because camping can be a lot of work, and I was just not up for it the weekend before our big Halloween party. Besides, J and I had pressing matters to attend to…like brunch…and shoe shopping.

Apparently, they had a blast, because they came back filthy, exhausted, and cute as can be.

My husband managed to text me some pictures on the iPhone of their shenanigans:

Did I mention they had a Civil War re-enactment?

Meanwhile, J and I just barely managed to hold down the fort…brunch is hard work, ya know.