to my campers:

when your counselors are not o.d.,

they do not go to the library, or to smooch boys.

they don't do what that terrible shots song tells you to do,

and no you cannot give us money to get you cup noodles from wal-mart.

your counselors are at the ice cream stand.

we're sampling as many flavors as we can,

including cannoli and pistachio and piece of cake!

and we're arguing over the pronunciation of caramel.

which, to all of you east-coasters, it is not kerramel. it is car-mle.

don't worry about us, we're having a jolly good time. so get on your nintendo devices and lights out is in fifteen minutes!

love,

counselor molly