As I frequently do, I took one of my favorite toys, Skippy the black rubber rat, camping last weekend. I guess I paid two dollars for him, and he's provided me with countless hours of fun. My favorite routine is to take him grocery shopping and let him ride the conveyor belt with the groceries. When the clerk notices him, I pick him up by the tail and in mock outrage exclaim, "There are rats in this store!"
Anyway, I did not find Skippy on Sunday when I broke camp, and I was concerned he had gone missing. I was very disappointed, since our beach trip is about a week away, and Skippy enjoys visiting the ocean so. (He even has his own shades and hat.) Anyway, Sherry and Sarah are having lunch with Mom and L&L today, and after I loaded Sarah into the Volvo, I noticed Skippy hanging out in the back of the car. Apparently Boong stuck him, and a baseball belonging to one of our fellow campers, back there on Saturday. I'm very happy Skippy will be able to make the beach trip again this year. (A boy and his rat will soon party.)