|I love not camping.*|
I can count the number of times that I have gone camping as an adult on two elbows. Once, when I was pregnant and somehow got roped into going to an extensive family reunion on my husband's side. The other time, I was literally (okay, not literally) roped into the minivan and made to go camping with my children. Mr. Floozy loves camping. I love not camping. I don't mind the daytime part. It's at night when I suddenly have to pee twelve times and trip over the same log twelve times to get to the outhouse. I can deal with bugs during the day, but at night they become Demon Bugs that can grow and contract. Grow big enough to throw a saddle over and small enough to crawl into my ear canal. When I go camping, I don't sleep, and when I don't sleep, I go crazy. All camping and no sleep make Floozy a dull girl. If I haven't had a good night's rest, please keep me away from all sharp objects.
But I have been looking back at old photos of that one time we took our kids camping. And they are so cute, that I almost feel tempted to take them camping again. Almost.
|Contemplating fire in a deeply philosophical way.|
Instead, I take them to SPACE CAMP! like the pale-skinned ginger nerds they are.
|It's RED ALERT, kids! Isn't this fun!|
|Taking a break right before the Nerd Parade.|
*I got this lovely stitchable quote from the duo behind Peck's Vanilla during a Craft Lake City mixer. The very nice lady told me that I could have the quote, I loved it so much. The crafters and food-artisans of Utah are the coolest, yo.