/Vacation

I am showered and scrubbed within an inch of my life and thoroughly moisturized...camping experience done for another year.

I wasn't planning to make the final leg of my trip home today, but here I am. In my apartment, bags waiting to be unpacked. The good guest room is in use at my parents' and I just really wanted my own bed.

Good trip. The new freckle breeding program was a complete success, and the melanoma/sarcoma/etc advancement program is progressing on schedule. Despite comments to the contrary, there was no sex in my tent. That I am aware of. I did leave it unattended for most of the time.

There was ATVing, boating, waterskiing, watertubing, swimming, marshmallow supervision, alcohol imbibing, parade watching, firework watching, eating things I never eat the other 51 weeks of the year, and so on. Much poker was played, and much candy was won.

I met the brother of a cousin's husband. I like this particular cousin's husband a lot. Not in a husband-stealing way, but in a he's a genuinely nice guy who says nice things about my dad kind of way. The brother is my age, and looks just like the cousin's husband, but he's pretty shy, so I didn't really talk to him much. After he left, the cousin's husband was talking about him. It seemed like a sales pitch.

"He's a great guy, great job, likes kids, blahblah, honest, blahblahblah, own house, blahblah, ready to settle down, blahblah, good with cars, blahbittyblah."

Normally, I would have been interested, but he looks just like the cousin's husband. And I hate to say it, but the cousin's husband has sired some truly hideous children. So his uglychildren genes must be dominant over my cousin's cutechildren genes. And I can't risk having my cutechildren genes polluted by uglychildren genes. You think I'm kidding, but people always react badly when they see pictures of the kids.

Anyway, here's a picture from the parade. Guess which state I was in.

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Frigging cheeseheads.

To close, I will tell you a totally true story that surprised no one and filled most of the original listeners with pride...a cousin's girlfriend came out to the cabin last weekend, but not before getting herself hopelessly lost. She finally gave up and stopped at a bar for help. She figured it was a shot in the dark, but went in and asked the bartenders if they knew where the [my last name] cabin was.

They did.

Posted by Jenelle at July 9, 2006 11:19 PM | TrackBack