I began to write down the entire camping saga, but as I got to about page 3, my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I lost consciousness. So I decided to go with my abbreviated Facebook version of the events of the weekend:
Camping in the heat. I’m down 3 dress sizes.
Later on Friday:
And now it’s raining. Pestilence not far behind.
Even later on Friday:
Sadly, on his way to offer sustenance, Fiddledaddy called to tell me the car broke down. Sincerely, Job.
For the record. Still camping. Still raining. Still 125 degrees. And I’m pretty sure a skunk just entered the fray. On the bright side, I am now a size 0.
Home from camping. No one died, I’m happy to report. Thankful for air conditioning, showers, my coffee pot, and extra-strength Tylenol.