My family all try to get their poop in a group and go on a vacation together.
I don't know why. Glutton's for punishment or something. You don't see the men in our lives try to get THEIR family's together to go on vacation.
I think it's actually some sickness we all have. We usually end up being on the stink eye end of waitress' at restaurants when you ask for a table for 18 or something like that. If the family of ALL girls and one lonely boy doesn't stop growing, we will have to buy our OWN campground.
Anyway...
So this year instead of the Queen and her immediate minions going, it's just going to be us worker's going camping.
Am and Mister are bringing their camper which my man and I are not allowed to sleep in... and Shell and Big D are rigged to sleep in their van. That leaves the biggest critter chicken in our family (me) to sleep in a TENT.
Ok... so I've done it before and for a week and this time there are bathrooms (I hope) and maybe even electricity, but still, THERE ARE CRITTERS.
The Man won't be able to keep his gun in the tent, and a "pokin' stick" only works so well.
So if I don't return on Monday, the critters got me.
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I would have thought that your "survivorman" would have you toughened up by now. Good grief! You have been camping since you were little. Keep food out of your tent and you will be safe.
Yea, but if I don't leave the food in the tent, SHELL will eat it or booby trap it... have you met her?
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