I have never been camping you know - or had a smore. I would really like a smore. Boy is coming over tonight and I think I am going to ask to roast a marshmellow. Just the one. And maybe I will get him to do it. You know me. No patience - set the fucker on fire. I think you and I should just join the army so we can have cute skull caps and tiny knives for knifing. What do you think?