Hoop's leaving tonight for an all-dude camping trip in the Tennessee mountains. I'm sure I could have gone if I'd whined enough. But honestly, I didn't want to. Three days of camping in the freezing cold without the ability to take a shower? No thank you. But I made sure to pack Hoop some hand sanitizer and mouth wash. Mom told me to pick up some bug spray too. I didn't have the heart to tell her that there won't be any bugs in 27 degree weather. It was a nice thought though.
The concept of backpacking is kind of new to me. When I went camping as a kid, it was always with a cooler full of food. We never used air mattresses, but we always had a tent. The bait store was only two blocks around the lake and there were always a bunch of kids to play with. The last time I went camping was with my Dad, his girlfriend, and her daughter. We brought an RV. The girlfriend's daughter and I elected to sleep in a tent outside so we could smoke weed and listen to Eminem on the portable stereo. We woke up the next morning and went to an amusement park. Yeah, we were roughing it alright.
When I told my coworker where Hoop was going, she asked me if he had a compass. Only instead of pronouncing it "kuhm-puhs", she said "kohmp-ess". Which is like her telling me that her sister works at "Tinsel Light" and finding out today that it's spelled, "Tensolite". Which is beside the point. But I'm glad to realize that her sister does NOT work for a factory that makes unsafe tree decorations, which is what I've thought for the last six years. The point is, Floridians are stupid when it comes to weather. STUPID.
Do you know what Hoop packed besides the assumed underwear and socks? T-shirts. The boy doesn't own a single sweater. He justified it by saying that he was bringing both a hoodie AND a jacket. Like that was somehow going to cut it. I should have packed him some heat pads... Or a parka. So tonight and tomorrow look like they're going to be pretty quiet at the Tink-Hoop house. I'm going to hole up with a movie, a book, and two cuddly puppies. It'll be OK. I'll just keep reminding myself that Sunday will be here before I know it.
Is it Sunday yet?
Posts Of PB Past
(Where I finally get around to addressing comments from previous posts)
Weekly Words Challenge 21!:
Farmer*swife requested to see my ring. For those who missed it, you can see pictures of my bling HERE.
Sparkling Red, thanks for the warning about ingesting the contents of compressed (canned) air. Rest assured, I did not actually cool my coffee with it. But I thought about it. I won't lie.
Time Wasters (Not So) Anonymous: Those who answered, figured out where the title of the newest Twisted chapter came from. But did anyone figure WHY? You can see the answer here. I thought the deception in the story fitting for the meaning of the song.
Btw, Happy Totally-Overrated-Hallmark-Holiday-Where-People-Buy-Loads-Of-Pink-Crap Day! Hoop and I celebrated early with a romantic dinner last night. Just before the food arrived, the waitress dropped off a box of Dove Truffles and a dozen roses to our table. Oh yeah, my boy is gooood.