The Mighty Snotty Campers
Ok, I don't know if you can call us campers, really, because this is where we stayed...
The MINI CABIN!
Family bonding by the outhouse.........the river..........famed walking tree
House of Flavors! Nautical Yarn!! Inside Nautical Yarn!!
Cheese as big as his head!
Snotty Smokey Knitting
One of the Pigs said "This is the best vacation ever!" A little tear swelled up in my eye...
Fishing. We fished. I caught a large mouth bass. Sure it's not bass season, but I did catch one.
Pig 1 caught a fish, Pig 2 caught a fish, and even the Ogre caught a fish.
What about Pig 3 you ask? Well he did catch something. He caught on that he had no bait and that without that he wasn't going to catch any fish.
He's little, he might poke his, mine or hell, your eye out. Besides, I happily fished bait and hook free for years. Although I'm pretty sure I never figured it out. Hey, we at least gave him a real fishing pole and a bobber. He was set up, he got to practice casting.
Oh, I kept asking the boys if they wanted me to cast on for them. Ooops. I do have to say, I'm really good at it. Casting, on, out. Either. Whatever you need. Good. At it. Yeah.
If you're going to stay in a mini cabin, why not order a freaking pizza and pick up a few brews?
Go ahead, say I shouldn't drink beer and camp. But if the campers at 233 can bring their genetically engineered half dog half deform spawn of satan, than beer should be handed out by the rangers. Yeah. Beer all around.
Oh, yeah, so why is my family running ahead of me? I ate the left over pizza, without the help of lactaid. I stunk. Look at them run! It wasn't really that bad.
I got one at The Book Mark. Formerly known as Read-Mor . Thank you Dude at Book Mark!
I will never drink recycled robot ass instant "coffee" again. Gag, barf. French press next time. French press.
Did I have an Excellent Mother's Day? Bill and Ted would play air guitar for how excellent it was.