Happy Camper

Last night,

I stubbed my toe

and dinner didn't turn out

quite like I expected it to.

Needless to say, I was a bit

on the grumpy side

when I asked Gene

to pour me a glass of wine.

This is what he brought me

since clearlyI was not

a happy camper.

The wine made me smile.

And so did this grinning face. And the fact that the little boys gobbled up

my not-so-good dinner

and even asked for seconds.

Turns out it didn't take much

to turn me into a happy camper after all.