So I went camping this week. Which might not seem like a big deal, but it is.
Because the last time we camped in the Adirondacks, I woke up at 4 am, floating on the air mattress in what can only be described as a small pond inside our tent. There were words spoken between my husband and me. I believe "but it's waterproof" and "never again" were among them.
Either I have a short memory, or I'm a pushover for the kids, because I found myself in the same tent, in the same mountains this week. ...
Published on July 29, 2010 01:14