Monday, July 26, 2010
This Aint No Boy Scout Camp
This past week/end we went camping as a family. Up to the mountains we headed but not before loading up all of our gear. As we continued to bring out more and more gear, The SM asked me how in the world we were going to cart it all even taking two vehicles. I told him that he was the engineer, figure it out but he was not aloud to remove any items!
I then told him this was no boyscout camping trip. This was Camp Beverly Hills. He had two females coming along. It's not like I haul up the Ritz Carlton in the form of a camper trailer or something! I do sleep in a tent......albeit with a big blown up mattress..... I've birthed a monstrous amount of gremlins okay? I think my old worn out body deserves a little pampering.....
And as for food! I am so not going to live on canned beans and hot dogs all week scratching my arm pits and grunting.
Fresh peach pie was on the menu one night for desert. This was after a dinner of fresh biscuits and gravy.... the biscuits having been cooked in my solar oven.
And after dinner and dessert! I made The SM put up my solar shower so I could refresh myself! And then I covered myself in my evening perfume that strongly resembles the fragrance of mosquito repellent.
When all was said and done, guess who didn't mind sleeping on the big blown up mattress next to me? Guess who didn't mind eating the food I prepared? Guess who also used my solar shower? Uh-huh! He who made fun of my froo froo camping....... The SM!! I did draw the line when The SM tried doing his hair, putting on make-up, and shaving his legs. We're camping for crying out loud! What do you think this is? Troop Beverly Hills?