I cannot believe I am even writing this. Hold on to your hats friends, because WE HAVE BEEN INVITED TO GO CAMPING. There are a few families in our church who regularly camp together at a state park here in Virginia, and we're going the week after Easter.
God have mercy on their poor souls. Or at least their tents.
They've heard the stories. They've seen the pictures. They know the reputation that precedes us. And they STILL asked us to go. Should I offer to pay for psychiatric examinations? Buy them self-help books? Ben says, "No, just buy the mother of all tarps. Or ten."
So that's what we'll do. Pack up the van with tents, chairs, food, and tarps enough to cover all of Westmoreland County and head for the woods.
At what age do we begin to learn from our mistakes?
Be thankful ~