I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl

Sometimes I like to think I am an outdoorsy kind of person, but this is so false it's not even funny. Maybe I think that because I can weather the dirt, sleep in a tent, and not shower for a couple days (blah), but honestly, living in Seattle makes me look like a priss compared to "real" outdoorsy people. I guess what differentiates "me" from "them" is I actually don't entirely enjoy being dirty and going to the bathroom in a hole.

We went camping this weekend with my cousin and her novio. I have to admit, I wasn't too excited about this because I already went camping once this summer. And, I was told I may have to use "The Hole". I immediately started eating lots and lots of cheese. Too much information? Whatever. (Fortunately, there was an actual bathroom). Once a summer is my limit for sleeping in a tent. I tend to prefer a hotel with a pool and hot, hot showers instead. Can you really blame me?? I ended up having a really great time with really great company sitting around the fire, floating in the lake, you know, all the normal camping rituals.

Poor Sunday sprained her tail. She yelped louder than I have ever heard and it tore my heart to pieces. She is being pampered like crazy and feeling better but it broke my heart to see her in so much pain! I can only imagine what it would feel like with an actual CHILD, not just a dog child! Craziness...