Shake your money maker

Seeing as how Jeb thinks he's the monarch of our little land, I put forth that we need some Camp Nutria legal tender...with his giant head on it, of course.

AND

I have come up with another camp outing. Din-din chez Marianne on Tuesday. I promise no lentils (Jon) and no uninformative documentaries (everyone else). Plus, my cat breathes without batteries.