You know whats hard?

Starting a camp fire. Actually, I should replace 'hard' with 'impossible. I wonder how humanity survived past the caveman age, because if I can't start a fire with fire starter sticks and lighter fluid no one could possibly start one with a couple of branches.
Otherwise, camping on Saturday was pretty good. I dropped a bunch of marshmellows on my blanket and they all melted. Then I rolled around in melted marshmellows all night. So that was less than fun.
We're sacked out at my parents for the night. We just completed a, um, thrilling game of Pictionairy that included Dad guessing such words as 'bluddle' and 'eight-skating'. But we won.
I also got some good house stuff for my birthday. Tools and nails and all that. And an electric drill. All stuff we will need.
I...I don't know what else to say.