Glad It’s Him And Not Me…

… I don’t mind camping. I actually enjoy it. I enjoy it more so in an air conditioned RV with running water and comfy beds. I’m the girl that packs lip gloss and eye liner in her backpack. I love being outdoors, I just like to look fabulous while being out there… you know, in case I get lost and need to be rescued by that handsome and totally single forest ranger or airlifted out [which is more likely due to my chronic and debilitating clumsiness] by the equally handsome and available paramedic.

No, I am more a “glamping” kind of gal. So you can imagine my relief when my son finally crossed over in the Boy Scouts and gets to camp without me. Just him, his troop leaders, and 18 smelly boys in the humid North Carolina summer heat, doing things that boys do when they are alone together in the woods free from the watchful eyes of their cautious mothers. He actually asked me why he had to pack a toothbrush and bring toilet paper.

< shudder >

About Katrina Fernandez

Mackerel Snapping Papist