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Title-DID I SHAVE MY LEGS FOR THIS!
My son can be so goofy. A few years ago, we went camping and he wanted to sit the tent up in a low-laying spot. I told him that it was a wash out area, "Look how the leaves are piled up on either side!" He insisted that this was the perfect spot. (I think he was trying to impress his girlfriend)
Dreading the impending forcast, I let him have his way all the while telling him if our sleeping gear got wet, he was going to find a laundry mat and dry them.
The tent goes up and would you know it. Here comes a summer thunderstorm. It's raining buckets!!! My daughter and myself take cover in the car. Not my son....NO...he is the he-man. He is going to save the day and prove our tent will not flood.
After about an hour of sitting in the car twilding our thumbs, the moonsoon lets up and the sun comes out. We squish to the tent, pull back the flap and YES, a homemade water bed. Every item of clothing, sleeping bag and blankets are soaked.
Hang on, it gets better. We stuff all our wet items in the trunk and race off to find a laundry mat so we will have a dry bed. We drive out of the state park and to the nearest town about 20 long miles away. NO laundry mat in site. Son comes up with a new plan,"Let's just stop off at this hotel/motel and use their dryer!" Bright idea for once, son! He goes in to the desk manager and asks where the dryers are. In broken English the clerk states, "Tha air dryers re in tha room, lad." "Clothes dryer, man, clothes dryer!" son shouts. "No, we ave no clothes dryer, lad!!!" {Way to go son, piss him off!}
We drive another 10 miles or so...NOPE!!! Not a laundry mat to be seen. There is a McDonalds, halleiugh....supper is served.
Back to the state park we go, dreading a sleepless night in the car. We stop at the manager's office and ask him would he know where the nearest laundry mat is in town. "Why sure, it is right behind you in the check in building!" Talk about duh!!! {slapping forehead}
We dry our sleeping bags and covers. Smarty pants (son) decides he is going to wash his clothes he has on. "Goof ball, you don't have any dry clothes to put back on." I laugh. "Sure I do." he grins. He grabs my one piece bathing suit and dashes to the bathroom. Being a scrapper, I am never without my camera so I take a few photos. Even have the LO to prove it.
Finally, clean clothes and dry covers, we drive back to our floating tent and move it to higher ground. Make our beds, fall asleep with visions of soggy toast and runny jelly for breakfast.
My son can be so goofy. A few years ago, we went camping and he wanted to sit the tent up in a low-laying spot. I told him that it was a wash out area, "Look how the leaves are piled up on either side!" He insisted that this was the perfect spot. (I think he was trying to impress his girlfriend)
Dreading the impending forcast, I let him have his way all the while telling him if our sleeping gear got wet, he was going to find a laundry mat and dry them.
The tent goes up and would you know it. Here comes a summer thunderstorm. It's raining buckets!!! My daughter and myself take cover in the car. Not my son....NO...he is the he-man. He is going to save the day and prove our tent will not flood.
After about an hour of sitting in the car twilding our thumbs, the moonsoon lets up and the sun comes out. We squish to the tent, pull back the flap and YES, a homemade water bed. Every item of clothing, sleeping bag and blankets are soaked.
Hang on, it gets better. We stuff all our wet items in the trunk and race off to find a laundry mat so we will have a dry bed. We drive out of the state park and to the nearest town about 20 long miles away. NO laundry mat in site. Son comes up with a new plan,"Let's just stop off at this hotel/motel and use their dryer!" Bright idea for once, son! He goes in to the desk manager and asks where the dryers are. In broken English the clerk states, "Tha air dryers re in tha room, lad." "Clothes dryer, man, clothes dryer!" son shouts. "No, we ave no clothes dryer, lad!!!" {Way to go son, piss him off!}
We drive another 10 miles or so...NOPE!!! Not a laundry mat to be seen. There is a McDonalds, halleiugh....supper is served.
Back to the state park we go, dreading a sleepless night in the car. We stop at the manager's office and ask him would he know where the nearest laundry mat is in town. "Why sure, it is right behind you in the check in building!" Talk about duh!!! {slapping forehead}
We dry our sleeping bags and covers. Smarty pants (son) decides he is going to wash his clothes he has on. "Goof ball, you don't have any dry clothes to put back on." I laugh. "Sure I do." he grins. He grabs my one piece bathing suit and dashes to the bathroom. Being a scrapper, I am never without my camera so I take a few photos. Even have the LO to prove it.
Finally, clean clothes and dry covers, we drive back to our floating tent and move it to higher ground. Make our beds, fall asleep with visions of soggy toast and runny jelly for breakfast.
3 comments:
OMG that is soooo funny!!! Well done on getting the photos!!!!
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That is a funny story.
Well, at least you got a tour when looking for the laundry mat.
LOL too funny!
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