A film of dirt and sunscreen and sweat covers me and won't budge an inch. I smell like feet. There are 29 bug bites on the back of my left thigh. I have a picture to prove it, but I'll spare your eyes. You're oh so welcome. ;)
We fell into bed at 3 o'clock this morning after 8 hours of driving and a week living in a borrowed camper. My first time camping brought a 105+ degree heat wave and I survived that beast. I declare that deserves some kind of badge. This girl can't sew, so I'll just duck tape that baby onto my filthy clothes. It's a miracle that I didn't pass out or hightail it out of there. Tears were only shed twice. I say that deserves a badge, too. Thanks be to Jesus for fans and ice cold water and swimming pools.
So yes, it was hotter than a burned biscuit out there. I may have complained a time or two, but who didn't. Camping is not my thing, but family is. The week saw lots of smiles and laughs.There was adventure and lawn chair sitting. Love and sweat reigned. Here's the proof ::
See? I'm not a total camping scrooge. ;)
Josiah loved every inch of the past week. The Preacher Man is happy to still have a wife. I'm thankful to be home sweet home. And even more thankful that the camper will soon be back with it's owner. Right where it belongs.
I'm off to shower again.
*title stolen straight from Miss Flower Patch Farmgirl