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Oh holy christ I am so happy to be home.
The weekend at the inlaws was fun, wedding #7 went off without a hitch. Well other than our camera having some kind of seizure and refusing to cooperate. Fortunately the inlaws came with, so they documented everything for posterity. As soon as I get the photos from them I'll do a separate post.
2 days of childfree bliss involved much lounging in bed with Fratboy and shopping for expensive toys. Which resulted in a spangly new laptop (which I'm currently typing on) and a pretty pink camera and a sincere and profound gratitude for his cop paid duties and side savings account that made the spoiling possible. Ramen noodles from here on out it is but whatevs we had a blast acting like a couple of big goofy kids.
Then came the dreaded camping at mom's. The day was easy enough. Between setting up the campsite, shopping for marshmellows and weinies, eating dinner (INDOORS!), hanging with mom, etc we managed to keep busy enough that it didn't feel like it was camping. Then it was time to get out there and just do it as the saying goes. I hate bugs with the fire of a thousand suns. I cannot begin to articulate my immense and firey hatred of bugs and holy shit were they everywhere. We had every manner of citronella candle, mosquito torches, bugspray, you name it, all to no avail. Those fuckers were hungry and I was their dinner of choice. Team Testicle had a blast making fire, roasting weinies, eating smores, running around like lunatics. I smiled indulgently and kept killing bugs. Within 2 hours they were passed out cold and so Fratboy and I drank and talked. And drank and talked. And then there was the drinking and the talking. Camping somehow rendered alcohol completed ineffective and so I kept drinking and complaining about how sober I was. And then. Suddenly. I wasn't. Next thing I knew all 10 bajillion drinks hit me at once and all I can benember is clinging to a tree for dear life yelling "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO THAT TREE! THAT TREE WAS TOTALLY ASKING FOR IT! TAKE IT TREE! TAKE IT!" and Fratboy laughing so hard that I totally managed to remove any and all sexy from the sex. Some days it is truly funnier/stranger/more divorce inducing than others to be married to me. Next thing I knew (part 2) it was 4 in the morning and I was peeing on my own foot in the bush and crawling back to our deflating air mattress. And then it was morning. And I felt a bit like that tree beat the shit out of me in vengeance while I slept. Today was a whole lot of dragging my sorry ass around feeling like the grimiest grossbag to ever gross. By nightfall the kids were wranging, Fratboy and I were mainlining coffee just to keep our eyes open and the thought of fighting off those bugs for another night was inducing suicide so we packed it up and called it a day. The kids were deliriously happy to finally sleep in their own beds after all the bouncing around since Saturday and I have quite possibly never been as enamoured of my own skin as much as when I got to scrub the inch of sunscreen, bugspray, sweat and dirt off just now.
Would I do it again?
In a heartbeat. This morning when my mom asked Twisty G how he liked his first night of camping he lit up like a Christmas tree and reverently said "it was PERFECT!". That, my friends, was the sound of the whip cracking, kicking my momtard in gear. Now if only we could find a way to do it sans bugs, with comfier sleeping conditions and mebbe a few other people to keep the hours after the kids go to bed safe for trees everywhere.
A few random cell pix made it to FB, the rest to come here later. Now is for catching up on lj and lounging comfortably with nothing trying to bite me other than a random Fratboy attack here and there and omg looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again. And there's still the rest of the week to enjoy being off work, now with more Kneegroid time and teevee and vodka on the porch. Now THAT'S what I call a vacation.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
ETA: Finally. PEEKTURES!
Manwork!
Me + a boomerang = a very bad idea
We.
Have made.
FIAR!!
Hrm, suddenly this camping thing begins to make more sense...
"Fishing"
"Swimming"
Off on a boat cruise
Captain Fitzy
The weekend at the inlaws was fun, wedding #7 went off without a hitch. Well other than our camera having some kind of seizure and refusing to cooperate. Fortunately the inlaws came with, so they documented everything for posterity. As soon as I get the photos from them I'll do a separate post.
2 days of childfree bliss involved much lounging in bed with Fratboy and shopping for expensive toys. Which resulted in a spangly new laptop (which I'm currently typing on) and a pretty pink camera and a sincere and profound gratitude for his cop paid duties and side savings account that made the spoiling possible. Ramen noodles from here on out it is but whatevs we had a blast acting like a couple of big goofy kids.
Then came the dreaded camping at mom's. The day was easy enough. Between setting up the campsite, shopping for marshmellows and weinies, eating dinner (INDOORS!), hanging with mom, etc we managed to keep busy enough that it didn't feel like it was camping. Then it was time to get out there and just do it as the saying goes. I hate bugs with the fire of a thousand suns. I cannot begin to articulate my immense and firey hatred of bugs and holy shit were they everywhere. We had every manner of citronella candle, mosquito torches, bugspray, you name it, all to no avail. Those fuckers were hungry and I was their dinner of choice. Team Testicle had a blast making fire, roasting weinies, eating smores, running around like lunatics. I smiled indulgently and kept killing bugs. Within 2 hours they were passed out cold and so Fratboy and I drank and talked. And drank and talked. And then there was the drinking and the talking. Camping somehow rendered alcohol completed ineffective and so I kept drinking and complaining about how sober I was. And then. Suddenly. I wasn't. Next thing I knew all 10 bajillion drinks hit me at once and all I can benember is clinging to a tree for dear life yelling "OH YEAH GIVE IT TO THAT TREE! THAT TREE WAS TOTALLY ASKING FOR IT! TAKE IT TREE! TAKE IT!" and Fratboy laughing so hard that I totally managed to remove any and all sexy from the sex. Some days it is truly funnier/stranger/more divorce inducing than others to be married to me. Next thing I knew (part 2) it was 4 in the morning and I was peeing on my own foot in the bush and crawling back to our deflating air mattress. And then it was morning. And I felt a bit like that tree beat the shit out of me in vengeance while I slept. Today was a whole lot of dragging my sorry ass around feeling like the grimiest grossbag to ever gross. By nightfall the kids were wranging, Fratboy and I were mainlining coffee just to keep our eyes open and the thought of fighting off those bugs for another night was inducing suicide so we packed it up and called it a day. The kids were deliriously happy to finally sleep in their own beds after all the bouncing around since Saturday and I have quite possibly never been as enamoured of my own skin as much as when I got to scrub the inch of sunscreen, bugspray, sweat and dirt off just now.
Would I do it again?
In a heartbeat. This morning when my mom asked Twisty G how he liked his first night of camping he lit up like a Christmas tree and reverently said "it was PERFECT!". That, my friends, was the sound of the whip cracking, kicking my momtard in gear. Now if only we could find a way to do it sans bugs, with comfier sleeping conditions and mebbe a few other people to keep the hours after the kids go to bed safe for trees everywhere.
A few random cell pix made it to FB, the rest to come here later. Now is for catching up on lj and lounging comfortably with nothing trying to bite me other than a random Fratboy attack here and there and omg looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again. And there's still the rest of the week to enjoy being off work, now with more Kneegroid time and teevee and vodka on the porch. Now THAT'S what I call a vacation.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
ETA: Finally. PEEKTURES!
Manwork!
Me + a boomerang = a very bad idea
We.
Have made.
FIAR!!
Hrm, suddenly this camping thing begins to make more sense...
"Fishing"
"Swimming"
Off on a boat cruise
Captain Fitzy