Earlier this year, I wrote that instead of a cake, candles, party, or presents, I told my husband all I wanted for my birthday was a camper. This was back in February, but I was already dreaming of summer and my traveling shows, as well as camping out in the pasture (preferably while sheep grazed nearby). Some of you may remember that I bought a tiny teardrop camper a few years back for a simil...
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