I'm still trying to process the events of our recent camping trip with my mom and my friend, Rachel. I'm glad I got to spend quality time with my mom, but Rachel's non-stop chatter almost drove me crazy.
The next morning, we packed up our gear and headed home. As we drove, Rachel continued to talk, but I had tuned her out. My mom leaned over and whispered, "I'm sorry, sweetie. I know she can be a bit much." I smiled, relieved that she understood. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
As the night drew to a close, my mom suggested we sit around the campfire and make s'mores. Rachel, predictably, started telling us about her favorite campfire songs and began singing loudly. I joined in, trying to be a good sport, but my mom shot me a sympathetic look. I'm still trying to process the events of