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I Will Stop Talking About Camping Any Minute Now
We are going to our friends' cottage for Labour Day weekend, which is obviously wonderful, but it's also giving me a tiny bit of cam...
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191 books as of 9:21 p.m. on December 30th. I don't think I'm going to finish anything tonight, and we're having a party tomor... -
" My Mom got a speeding ticket because she was looking at garage sales." "You don't have to poo on me!" "This...
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I don't know how to do this other than as a sprawling, messy, off-in-all-directions thing. I can't do book reviews like Emily, who h...
5 comments:
Good grief! You are made of stronger stuff than I!
I'm just not a camper. I mean, we worked hard at Civilization so that we don't have to sleep outdoors in Nature, cook over a wood fire, and suffer the vagaries of weather (and bugs). You are brave and daring. And a damn good sport!
I feel like no one worries about trench foot anymore so I'm glad you are raising awareness.
(This sounds dreadful, Allison. Are you being held against your will?)
(This is Suzanne.)
I would totally bail. I think I’m at the glamping stage of my life, except I would rather be in a hotel.
I feel that those smiles in the last post are fake and yinz are all being forced against your will to go camping in Pittsburgh-like weather. But maybe you are all sleeping in car, which would be less wet but more cramped.
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