I just got back from yet another camping trip.
Guess which lady in this picture represents me, while I'm out there in the wilderness...
No, not the one with the big smile.
It would be the little lady to the right of her.
Sans the hair net though ;)
I wish I could be like the gal with the big smile and I've tried so hard.
Really, I have.
I don't hate it, but...
For one thing, it's dirty and there's no getting away from the dirt no matter how much water or baby wipes you bring.
Washing pots, pans, flatware and dishes... forget about it.
Not taking a shower... yuck.
Getting up in the middle of the night to go out and use the potty... shoot me.
Although, I never camp where there isn't one. This girl is not going out behind a tree.
Thank. you. very. much.
I suppose this makes me sound high maintenance, but I can't help it. My mother's idea of roughing it was sleeping at a hotel without room service.
I mean, look how happy this woman is...
I did however find happy people camping, but I want you to guess the theme of just exactly why they're smiling...
And I have to say that it does help, but not entirely.
The problem is that I had never been camping until I was 24 years old, unless you count sleeping out in the back yard when I was a kid.
But, I was the one that ran to the door at midnight ready to hop into my own bed.
It's just not my thing.
I keep trying though.
It was better when I was in my 20s, but now that I'm 45, it's not as easy.
But I do it anyway, because
I get sucked into doing it I'm nice like that ;)
What I probably need is a sweet vintage camper like this:
Then I might be as happy as that lovely lady in the picture.
A few of my bloggy friends have gotten one and they seem pretty darn happy about it.
So stinkin' cute!
Anywho, that's where I've been.
Now back to painting, after I get all our stuff washed and put away.
Do any of you like camping in a tent?