Camping, update 1

Cold, so very very cold. Need more blankets... considering making a break for civilization already. Must... resist.

How likely is it they'll believe I left the oven on?

The inflatable mattress has also deflated to where I was basically sleeping on the ground.

Peeing in the woods is even less fun than I remember it.

...I fail at camping.

Camping, update 2

I'm a wimp, I broke, and I'm back in civilization. (Can I call it or what?)

My excuse is a sick mommy who would not be present to let the dogs out of their cages. And that it went from fricking freezing (okay, the internet claimed it was in the fifties, but I swear to god it had to at least be in the forties) to uncomfortably warm in the eighties, and somehow despite staying out of the sun I managed to get a sunburn. But really, it's all about the dogs, who are currently stirring up a ruckus of some sort out in the back yard.

I had fun-ish, but I'm very appreciative of my wireless internet and climate controlled house. Yes, yes, when the apocalypse comes and wipes out civilization as we know it, I'm going to be one of those people who are whimpering in the corner denying reality and becoming a drag on what's left of society.

I've accepted this, mostly because I'm in denial already.