Pity party for one?
I freaking HATE camping.
It's not a vacation.
It's pretending to be homeless except the food is better.
I get two weeks to recover from the last 10 days of "relaxation" and then we're going again.
To a place called Killbear.
Yup.
KILLBEAR!?!? (Sounds like my beloved Shithead's backyard...)
Non electrical sites.
How the hell am I going to survive without espresso and a waffle iron?
Dante was wrong.
Camping is the 8th level of hell.
*sigh*sniffle*wipes tear*starts swearing again*
There's not enough happy pills in the world to be able to call this a vacation.
Maybe if I take them all at once?
F*ck that. Coffee will do.
And a couple of extra strength Excedrin and a few Motrin.
At least I get to see what y'all have been up to... After I clean the camper, do endless loads of laundry, (get the kids to cut the grass, skim out the bloaty floaties from the pool, air out the sleeping bags,) go to the store to stock up on everything, fall in love with my house again...
It's not a vacation.
It's pretending to be homeless except the food is better.
I get two weeks to recover from the last 10 days of "relaxation" and then we're going again.
To a place called Killbear.
Yup.
KILLBEAR!?!? (Sounds like my beloved Shithead's backyard...)
Non electrical sites.
How the hell am I going to survive without espresso and a waffle iron?
Dante was wrong.
Camping is the 8th level of hell.
*sigh*sniffle*wipes tear*starts swearing again*
There's not enough happy pills in the world to be able to call this a vacation.
Maybe if I take them all at once?
F*ck that. Coffee will do.
And a couple of extra strength Excedrin and a few Motrin.
At least I get to see what y'all have been up to... After I clean the camper, do endless loads of laundry, (get the kids to cut the grass, skim out the bloaty floaties from the pool, air out the sleeping bags,) go to the store to stock up on everything, fall in love with my house again...