Holy cow. What have I done. I have writers block...great blog so far,eh?
Heading out to San Diego today after I put my foot down and said,"I do not want to camp after a full work week. I'm booking a hotel!!!" I haven't given myself permission to get giddy yet (usually manifest itself in spontaneous bouts of loud off tune singing around the house-ya,you can tell mom's happy when she starts to sing,"I WANT SOME HOT STUFF BABY TONIGHT" acapela).
I have been pissy lately,in need of an adventure,away from home. and to entice the husband i dangled the proposition of a camping trip-(honestly I think he just wants to recap the 40 grand we have invested in our camping equipment,yes 40 grand. Did I mention we have joined the ranks of old people who book stays at KOAs-that's another story) .Anyway,knowing full well he can never say no to "camping" I got him to commit . Problems is, we live in LA county,ain't no such thing as spontaneity when planing a camping get away(no such thing as spontaneity period, in LA,not restaurants,movies,or camping. )So I found a last chance spot,right off highway 75 ,no hot showers,toilets, water,yadayada. He took the bait and then as they say,I did a bait and switch.....something like this transpires......he awakens bleary eyed and groggy and I attack(you see at this point I have been up 3 hours and have had 2 quarts high octane coffee).I am fortified,I say,"I do not want to camp ...I am tired...I have canceled the camping reservations and booked a hotel in San Diego instead." Then I wait.....after some whimpering and a quick counter attack y me,he doesn't even know what hit him....San Diego with its hotels and restaurants, here we come!!! Time to start sing ,"I WANT SOME HOT STUFF BABY TONIGHT!".