This crazy blonde, dressed in a pink fairy gown, ran down the beach chasing a pink balloon and laughing hysterically at t he crack of dawn this morning. I put my Girl Scout compass and my Brownie whistle around my neck and pretended to be the Camp Police. I read her camp rule #8 = campers dressed in pink fairy dresses are only allowed to chase green balloons. She liked my pink fuzzy floppy bunny slippers. Getting a lot of writing done. Well down – not totally done. Hot dogs and pork n beans tonight. Gawd! It’s been fairly quiet. Wish you were here.