It’s another beautiful day here at Uncle Dev’s Camp for Wayward Girls!
I know you all would like an update, so I am happy to report on the various naughty escapades of my sisters and their intrepid Camp Director.
Our first full day (and every day at UDCFWG) had the campers roused from their beds with a stinging reveille. One camper’s reveille was a bit lengthier, but once she disclosed the location of the Director’s implement bag, the stinging abated.
Our camp day included an emergency run to Lowe’s, where one angelic camper was testing Uncle Dev’s hand-eye coordination by tossing him random items off the shelf. Fire shooting from his eyes, our steely Director called Ellie’s name not once, not twice, but thrice. After the third recitation with no response, Uncle Dev performed his trademark “Swishlack!” movement. At that point, our little Ellie turned around most abruptly, and several shoppers were seen grinning from ear to ear. The above-named miscreant, however, was not so enthralled, and spent her lunch hour sitting on a block of ice.
On to the beach, where the campers were directed to run wildly through the sand on orders to fly a giant dragon kite in no wind. Campers were then instructed by example how to fall safely while running. This necessitated a break for refreshments.
Once fortified, our merry band wended its way back to camp, picking up random stickers on the way and decorating the back of UD’s camp sweatshirt with exhortations to try God, and other salubrious statements, causing our stalwart leader to loudly intone, “Well, I know two little girls who are going to nap with very sore bottoms.” Out in public, y’all. Loudly.
Once a very sore naptime was over, it was time for dinner. And not just any dinner, a lovely steak dinner. But before dinner, there must be cocktails. And what are cocktails without a little nosh to go with them? But how would our bartender, Danger McSteel (I swear, that’s what his name tag said!) know to set the official snack of Wayward Girls everywhere in front of us?
Dinner was a lovely treat, as it always is at our favorite eatery, and Uncle Dev read us a very nice bedtime story (part of the restaurant scene with June and Randall in Spanked In Her Dreams, some of which was eerily similar to what had just happened in our group) and then he tucked us all in – after the required (HE says) bedtime spankings for everyone.
Best wishes to all and more later,