Work is Hard

Due to an absence of adventure, Liz has worn us to work instead. We thought it would be hard - dragging kids through the woods, dealing with reptile poop, staring at a power strip under her desk for the afternoon... Boy, were we wrong. This is how our day at work went...

First, we had to spend some quality time thinking about what to do with the kids who come for camp. Apparently the blood flows better if the feet are propped up on the desk. We usually refer to this posture as "chillin'" but Liz seems to think it is a more productive pose.

After some thoughtful minutes spent on camp planning we shifted to more important things - like how to kill the two hours that were left until we could leave...

Who knew that staring at large cows on a computer could be so illuminating? After reflecting on the state of funds in our pockets, and how much chocolate we would be able to procure with said funds, we decided to go for a walk, ahem, we mean we went to the main offices on important work-related business (business that just happened to take us past the gift shop...where, oddly enough, we met several of our co-workers engaged in similar activities.)

At the main offices we met Robin, the museum receptionist. Robin admired us and asked whether our maker "took orders." Liz said "no." (We are becoming quite famous around the museum!)

After such a long hard day Liz felt the need to unwind so we headed for her parents house and found a peaceful patch of grass to relax on. We took a short shoeless romp around the backyard and wound up lounging next to a lovely little garden that was watched over by a stone turtle.