As out camping trip looms ever closer, it occurs to me that I have never camped in anything but sweltering heat. I have no idea how to dress! Matt has informed me that, no, I may not bring along my pajamas and slippers.
What? No Pajamas? No Slippers? WHO LIVES LIKE THAT?! I immediately began to picture myself as a primitive islander, much like Tom Hanks in Castaway, but with a shirt, and much better hair.
I would have to leave some trace of my presence on the trees, so I packed my Sharpie. Hah, bet you didn't think of THAT Tom! Speaking of Castaway, did anyone else cry when Wilson floated off into the wild blue yonder?
In the midst of my daydreams of myself as TROPICAL Castaway, the boys told me something that burst my bubble and made my blood run cold, a fact so horrifying, so terrifying, that I am not even sure I should post it to this site...
"It might snow, Bekah."
WHAT? Snow? No! You can't camp in snow, it's not possible! Only Eskimos can do that, right?!I don't know HOW to build and igloo!
I went out on my own(like the brave pioneer camper that I am) to check the weather...
Those fibbers. Also, that is not as bad as I expected, I just hope Matt realized that my blue icicle feet are GOING to be stuck in between his legs as he tried to sleep as payback.