Camping was excellent. We went to Hill Country. And there were hills (imagine that). We hiked (a lot) and just enjoyed the scenery. Even the weather actually cooperated and the potentially scorching heat never arrived, and instead, we were treated to temperate, breezy weather. It was a nice break.

I slept REALLY well last night. Though, I had a horribly weird dream that finally woke me up this morning (about an hour after I normally wake up for work...). Basically, it involved me being somehow involved in something that the mafia didn't like. And so my "gang" had a gun battle with the mafia. Actually, multiple battles. I was always watching for the next battle to erupt, wherever I was (which included dad's shop, a mall in Atlanta, and my high school - never mind that would've involved thousands of miles of traveling). And, well, that's about it. It was actually very gruesome now that I think about it, but it was more like t.v. movie gruesome, than what it would've been like in reality.

My oleander rants on Friday elicited a number of comments. Some of my favorites:

Matt: As a joke, I often say I want an oleander pizza.

Katie: ...back in the 1800's woman were known for killing their husbands by making them oleander tea. Back then, I guess it was hard to trace the poison in the body, so the women wouldn't get in trouble. We also went on a "Ghost Tour" of Myrtles Plantation and learned that a slave on that plantation had killed the mother and children of the plantation by making one of the children a birthday cake with oleander juice in it. Anyway, I thought it was funny that you also just learned about the "hazards" of oleander! So, don't bake with it, okay? (It only slightly worries me that a newlywed has already learned a traceless way to kill her husband).