The flyer talked about the sexual abuse angle, pointing out that it can arouse kids who may not know what to make of those feelings, as well as giving opportunities to people who get off on dominance games.

I have at least 3 different rants I could go off on, here, but I won't. (Not at Connie; not in the least -- at the flyer-producing gits.)

at the flyer-producing gits

It seemed just barely on the right side of righteous indignation to me, but the whiff of purience was just a wee bit present.

I think everyone should camp once a year;

One of the many things I'm grateful that my back surgery did for me (in addition to fixing it so that I could, you know, LIVE WITHOUT PAIN) is that it gave me a ready-made excuse so that I never ever ever EVER have to camp again. Camping and Teppy are unmixy things. I don't sleep well in an unfamiliar *bed*, so you can imagine that sleeping on the ground doesn't really lead to actual sleep for me.

Now, I'm perfectly happy with day hikes; make them as grueling as possible, you betcha. But I need to sleep in a bed, preferably my own, at the end of the day.

I envy those who can camp well.

So, word on the street is I'm getting married in two years. I would check my ass for an expiration date, but my head won't turn that far around.

If I promise to be appreciative anyway, can I opt out? I did the camping thing as a kid, and now unless there's going to be a Lex-clone in leather pants feeding me fresh mai-tais on an hourly basis I don't plan to be going anywhere without plumbing.

I suppose I can cut you some slack.

So, word on the street is I'm getting married in two years.

And....does *she* know this, too?

What street, P-C? The Street of Nosy Relatives?

So, word on the street is I'm getting married in two years.

Nice of them to let you know.

P-C, The Hell?

Gettin away from civilization for a while always feels so good. And you're right, Erin, yuo realy appreciate the amenities when you come back. I haven't been camping in way too long - years. Need to fix that.

I am having trouble understanding the guilt of having a home that is inconvenient or whatever for people to visit. Possibly because we rarely have visitors. Which could be have something to do with the places I've lived always being too small/inconveniently located/far away from the people who might visit.

I also am of the belief that if you are touring someone's house, any statement that starts "It just needs" and doesn't end with "this thing I am giving you right now, enjoy!", doesn't need to be said.

I may be a little touchy on the whole housing thing.