Honey...I'm HOME!!!

The Mister and I have returned from the Land of Oz to once again, be amongst the working class and the grind.

Blah.

I love going camping with my husband but I oh-so-hate returning to real life. Something about coming back from a great get-a-way makes me fussy, whinny, and borderline impossible to live with.

With all of the above crying and moaning aside, we had a WONDERFUL time camping. We went up to Bay City for their annual rib festival and ended up at a Water Foul festival that was being held at the state park.

No….I do not hunt.

I did however, enjoy the people watching that accompanies going to such an event and they had a thousand or so over priced, cute as hell, puppies there.

At the time, I was none to pleasant about the price tag that was being demanded for….yes…A DOG…..but now I am most grateful or I would have ended up with a houseful of them little buggers.

The Mister is absolutely no help when it comes to telling me “no” in those situations either. I think he secretly wants me to loose my mind and end up with a barnyard for a home. I told him once that I wanted a pig and a rooster. Do you think he told me to go look for a new husband?

Nope. We went to the county fairs instead. I LOVE that man!

Anyhoo….we never did make it to the rib festival. We decided that spending time hanging out in our cool new tent, reading and walking the campground looking at nothing and everything at the same time, was what we really wanted to do.

There is nothing like getting away from the rat trap (“race” implies that you have a choice ) and listening to the crickets and frogs while breathing crisp air with stars winking at you, to recharge and reenergize the mind and spirit.

Before we came home, the Mister and I went to the batting cages and then bought fudge to eat until we puked.

Life is sweet.

Tomorrow I will have pictures of my hot dog contraption and our new, freakishly cool truck tent.

MichChick