When Hubby started in the SCA around A.S. VI, he was of the "Oh, I'll just bundle up in my cloak and sleep in the middle of the battlefield, it's a nice night." Now, I'm not letting him near a campground if he doesn't get some sort of substantial mattress.

Kids shows I miss:

Today's Special
Polka Dot Door
Kids Incorporated

I have decided NOT to go to the spa thing. If she (or anyone) offers to pay for me, I'm going to say, "B, you are my best friend and I love you and I love that you are so generous, but I don't want to feel like I owe people when I do things I can't afford. I need to not do them. I am so sorry I have to miss it, but let's schedule our day at Burke Williams for right before you go to Michigan for the wedding." And then I'll give her a small LUSH basket for her to take to the hotel for when she has her pre-wedding bath.

I have my own tent, and prefer it, but this year our car is crowded, so I'll be sleeping in my friend's 7 man tent. Since we are 3 girls, we should be fine.

Oh, I'm getting jazzed! I'm actually not canoing this year, for the first time; my friend J. doesn't like the canoeing part, so we are staying at camp, which is right by the Buffalo, and tubing, and laying out, and swimming all afternoon, and drinking Mai Tai's in a tub.

Yum. This will be the first time I've been in the sun all summer, so Im going to have to douse myself in 45. If you check out sat photos Fruday afternoon, I'm sure you can see the glare from my white ass from space.

Heavens. I go away for 5 days, and Bitches becomes unintelligible to me. What are all these shows? Nickelodeon?

Aimee, it sounds like you made a great decision.

Aimee -- that sounds like a very good plan.

incapable of peeing in the outdoors

Having previously been a suburban braindead housewife, the March didn't just teach me lessons...it bludgeoned me with them.

My very first out of doors wee came by urgent necessity in the middle of let-me-tell-ya NOwhere...which resides in the middle of the CA desert...no trees, no roads, just a string of powerlines next to a cut in the dirt...roughly 50 miles long.

Fearing urimic poisoning, I finally gave in and squatted on the sand about a 1/4 mile from my companions. No sooner had my knickers been dropped when I heard a mighty fwipping and felt a rush of wind.

Then the Marine helicopter swooped up and hovered briefly over my shining backside. I could hear chortling...they must have used the p.a.

At that moment, I felt my dignity flee...pretty much never to return.

My dignity was removed. Apparently, it's attached to the placenta.

Then the Marine helicopter swooped up and hovered briefly over my shining backside. I could hear chortling...they must have used the p.a.

If that doesn't radicalize a good citizen into sticking it to The Man, I can't think what would.

Yum. This will be the first time I've been in the sun all summer, so Im going to have to douse myself in 45. If you check out sat photos Fruday afternoon, I'm sure you can see the glare from my white ass from space.

I know that sad tale. I got a little bit of sun last couple of weekends, but the Canadians will be showing up at Smithville avec legendary "fishbelly white" skin. Years ago, out at a strip club for a friend's stag, one of our buddies had the cheeks ripped out of his boxers by the strippers (yeah, fun place) and the dj exclaimed "That ass is so white, we should be showing movies on it!" He has never lived that down.