I promised pics of vacation in the woods last week, so will get that done today as well. I have much to do so it will all be short and sweet, which is probably just as well in your book! 
Just so you all know. While camping "rustic" style, this princess had to dig her OWN toilet. The Man, bless his heart, thought it would be good for me to do this since he can go anywhere, and I'm a little more needy in the bathroom area! I have to admit that it was a tough job. 1 1/2 feet of rocks and gravel which The Hunter helped uncover (he just felt sorry for me since I was grunting and sweating profusely) He only "loosened" the rocks for me, I had to actually dig them out of the hole.
After a break, I dug another 1 1/2 foot of black dirt out of the hole, which doesn't come off your clothes or legs easily. I was sweating, and my back was screaming, so I sat at the mouth of the hole and dug. Hey, easier than STANDING and digging.
Finally, 2 hours later or so, I had The Man come inspect the "latrine" to see if it was deep enough, wide enough, etc. He was quite impressed with my efforts and made a big deal about it. I was so proud and just winked at The Hunter for HIS help!
The two of them then finished it up complete with toilet seat, paper, wipes, and lime for AFTER using it!
It's a work of art, and I didn't even break the damned thing with my big butt. Even The Punk used it and was impressed!
Beats hanging my butt over a log! My luck, I would have gotten poison ivy... there's enough of it out there!
I was right that they would have a ton of food there, and The Man ate his face off. So much so that he fell asleep holding his stomach on the way home!
Everyone was nice, welcoming, and no one that I could tell was stinking drunk! A few beers and some wine coolers were all I saw. There were a ton of kids and lots of stuff for everyone to do.
I met several cousins and aunts of The Man's, and when I would relay the names, he would just nod his head. I'm sure he can't keep them all straight.
They all go by "clan" names which I thought was pretty cool. So for all my worry, no one was mean, or rude, except for that one old woman who cut in front of me in the food line. I let her have her cut in line, but next year, she's going down!
Just so you all know. While camping "rustic" style, this princess had to dig her OWN toilet. The Man, bless his heart, thought it would be good for me to do this since he can go anywhere, and I'm a little more needy in the bathroom area! I have to admit that it was a tough job. 1 1/2 feet of rocks and gravel which The Hunter helped uncover (he just felt sorry for me since I was grunting and sweating profusely) He only "loosened" the rocks for me, I had to actually dig them out of the hole.After a break, I dug another 1 1/2 foot of black dirt out of the hole, which doesn't come off your clothes or legs easily. I was sweating, and my back was screaming, so I sat at the mouth of the hole and dug. Hey, easier than STANDING and digging.
Finally, 2 hours later or so, I had The Man come inspect the "latrine" to see if it was deep enough, wide enough, etc. He was quite impressed with my efforts and made a big deal about it. I was so proud and just winked at The Hunter for HIS help!
The two of them then finished it up complete with toilet seat, paper, wipes, and lime for AFTER using it!
It's a work of art, and I didn't even break the damned thing with my big butt. Even The Punk used it and was impressed!Beats hanging my butt over a log! My luck, I would have gotten poison ivy... there's enough of it out there!
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Yesterday we went to The Man's family reunion. I was nervous and made The Punk and The Baby come with us just in case The Man was called away for "family stuff". Smart thinking on my part, he had to help drag extra picnic tables over to our side of the park.I was right that they would have a ton of food there, and The Man ate his face off. So much so that he fell asleep holding his stomach on the way home!
Everyone was nice, welcoming, and no one that I could tell was stinking drunk! A few beers and some wine coolers were all I saw. There were a ton of kids and lots of stuff for everyone to do.
I met several cousins and aunts of The Man's, and when I would relay the names, he would just nod his head. I'm sure he can't keep them all straight.They all go by "clan" names which I thought was pretty cool. So for all my worry, no one was mean, or rude, except for that one old woman who cut in front of me in the food line. I let her have her cut in line, but next year, she's going down!
FOOTNOTE* The kid getting ready to dunk the ball missed and the ball bounced off The Man's head... cracked The Punk and I up so much we about lost our seats!
3 comments:
How absolutely fabulous!! We were all talking about how funny it was that you were out there without a potty. Ya know...you being a priss and all.
Loved it!!!
Good blogging.
A PRINCESS not PRISS... sheesh... The Man buried it! *snicker* And who is WE ALL??? Damn...
Not much difference between the two my dear, sorry.
"We all" referring to everyone present that knows you and knows that you are a priss.
Love you!
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