This is what happens when I go camping: They go and have a Woot-Off (and a Kids.Woot-Off) and I nearly miss it because I’m doing things like walking the dog and eating cheese with my husband. (What? We enjoy cheese, particularly when there are no children here to eat it all.)
I’m trying to be vigilant, here, but sometimes there are marshmallows to be toasted and naps to be taken. I hope the remaining few hours of Wooting bring you joy while I try to keep the dog from lunging at squirrels….