A Campin' we will go...

I am still chuckling over the past weekend camping with my siblings. My man, bless his heart is still chuckling as well.

My sister Shell, who was so drunk and ready to "shoot out the G-d damn spot light if someone will give me a gun" because the guy behind us had his 5th Wheel camper lights on in back. Not good to shine in a drunk's eye! Not to mention her double dog dare of The Boy (and a buck thrown in to ensure he would do it) to tackle Auntie P.

My other sister Am, who had bathroom troubles all weekend. In all fairness, I have to say that those stupid auto flush toilets aren't very predictable. HOWEVER....

One morning, someone had the overgrilled hot dog shits. So into the bathroom we go (Yes, we still go as a group, shut it) A woman was in there at the mirror doing her hair. Curling it with an curling iron, spray, comb, curl...

You hear the toilet flush 18 times and Am giggling and beating up on the toilet.

The woman must have either gotten a whiff or was just disgusted at the waste of water with all the flushing, 'cuz she packed it in a hurry and ran out the door.

I'm standing there waiting to see if my sibling makes it out alive or if the toilet flushing monster got her.

She comes out with a red face, her toilet seat broke, and every time she would wipe, the flush of the toilet would just add more water to her butt that she had to wipe again. Vicious cycle.

Add to that the Boy, who I thought we were ALL going to have to duct tape to a tree, the noisy neighbors, the barking puppy mill, the car alarms that people didn't know how to turn off, and the VERY loud music in the middle of the night, and it should have been miserable camping.

It was fun, gave us something to talk about over breakfast. But I swear, If I have to hear, "What do you do with THAT... What's THAT for... Why... why... why..." one more time, I WILL scream!!!