Call Me Spoiled
I've got this camping trip planned with a bunch of friends. We'll be just a few miles from the beach. What would be more fun? Loads of great friends, tons of kids, sunshine on my face and wind in my hair. Campfires every night. Roasting marshmellows. Games, stories and camp songs. Sure. Fun. This is what comes to my mind: Hot, humid, sticky, overcrowded tent with all 3 kids and my husband. Mosquitos who seem to be drawn to me like flies to honey. Ticks. A hard ground. A fungus-growing, germ-ridden, bacteria-filled public shower. Cranky kids covered in sand. Heat exhaustion. Sunburn. Oh and sun poisoning. Yeah, this is really sounding like my idea of fun. NOT. I'll tell you what would be more fun: A nice cool air-conditioned hotel room (preferrably the Hilton) with a down comforter, a hot PRIVATE shower, a comfy bed and no sand in places I'd rather not mention. That is definately more my speed. I'm thinking this trip is probably going to be