Roughing It

Here is a little ditty from our camping trip over the weekend. For those of you that mock my sense of adventure and heartiness (BRENDA), I have proof that I did actually have to dig deep and truly rough it.

Our crew went swimming Saturday morning (remember the thong?). By early afternoon it was time to pack it in and head back to the rig. DH, Auntie MooMoo and Uncle Kiwi had a tee time while Jack, Jill and I were going to stay behind for Quiet Time. A cold beer, chewy chocolate cookies, hot shower and WiFi anyone? One word: Heaven!

I am a good little camper and know how to take sailors showers (turn the water off to conserve while lathering). Although we were in a campsite with plug ins DH decided not to hook up the water, assuring me we had enough.

Uh huh.

I was covered head to toe with soap and hair dripping with conditioner when, you guessed it, the water sputtered and ran out. I had 2 kids asleep (one on the couch up front and one in our bed in the back) and not an adult family member in sight. FOR HOURS.

My survival instincts kicked in. I grabbed a towel, burst out of the bathroom, ran across the rig to a cabinet and pulled out a case of bottled water that I drug back to the shower. Did I mention all the blinds were open? Poor neighbors.

Look out Man Vs Wild, there's a new kid in town:

Starting Them Young..

Auntie Bren and Kadi will be happy to hear the kids are already hooked on Starbucks.

Seriously.

The Saturday before Easter I had to work. That morning DH, Auntie MooMoo, Uncle Kiwi, Jack and Jill piled into the car and headed over to a local high school where a church was putting on an egg hunt. It was freezing cold, starting to drizzle and the line to get in was literally was 3 miles long (or so the story goes). They put the kibosh on attending the hunt and went over to a park instead. After playing for some time, all were chilled to the bone and Auntie MooMoo had a great idea:

STARBUCKS!

Of course, the kiddos didn't have coffee.. they got hot chocolate, a cookie the size of Jack's head and a scrumdilliumptious pastry. They call it "The Coffee Store" and are still talking about how good it smells inside. They want to know when we're going back. For the record, if they visit two more times they will officially have been to Starbucks one more than I have.

So wrong.

Personally, I would've taken them to 7-11 but that's just me. NOW I have to find a second job to afford their addiction and learn the language so I can go in and order with confidence. I wonder if Rosetta Stone has software for just such a dilemma..

Stay Tuned ..