Thursday, April 28, 2011

Camping a/k/a Thing I Don't Want to Do

E has her Girl Scout camping trip tomorrow night. I have been dreading this since it was first mentioned several months ago. Listen, I may use all natural cleaning and personal products but that's where the "earth mother" ends. Sleeping outside in a tent, in April, in Texas, is not my idea of a good time. 



Hell, for that matter, being a Girl Scout isn't my idea of a good time. I never had an interest in joining that group. I don't even like the cookies. This is one of those instances where I have to let my child be who she is. Just like I'm pretty sure one of them will rebel at some point and wear cowboy boots or vote Republican. E likes the Girl Scouts and all the crap that goes along with it, so I let her be. Yes, they hold meetings after school and the other Neighborhood moms volunteer. This is one of those rare times where I'm happy I work full-time.

Of course, we'll be staying outside one of the mom's parents' lake houses. Bathroom: check.

We get there around 4:00 tomorrow evening and leave around 9:30 Saturday morning. Short trip: check.

I'll be needing a beverage. Beer: check.

If the M didn't have an actual TENT tent, we'd be sleeping in a fucking Barbie tent. Seriously. But that means I have to really put up this tent, with E - which really means I'm putting it up myself.  I just hope it doesn't blow away or get swept up in the river or lake or whatever. M says there aren't alligators in this part of Texas. I asked.

I'll post pictures when I get back. I'm taking a swimsuit - bikini - shows my tattoos in all their skull-y glory! I'll be sure and wear it while I'm drinking my beer. If I liked Lone Star or PBR, I'd totally take that. In a can. 
Ahhhh memories....


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