My mom made bread yesterday. It took her all day. She made three loaves. They were so hard you couldn’t slice them. My dad finally broke off pieces with an axe and we kind of gnawed on them. Today we are back to grits.
Gen's mom's idea of a good time is taking the family to Camp Frontier, where they prentend they're living in the 1890s. Gen has to dress up like an American Girl doll, and there are no iPods, no phones, no computers, no friends . . . basically no fun at all. It's like Little House on the Prairie gone wrong, very wrong.
Gen's managed to sneak in a phone and she's been texting us her updates.