It was a great holiday, but...
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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camp... yuck...
overnight... lots of sleeping bags and guys without shirts! yea, you would think this would be fun and everything, you know, if maybe we werent in california, on a hill, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snakes, bears, ticks, badgers, racoons, bats, etc. Anyways, we're laying out the tarp and what a surprise, there's a little family of ticks! wonderful. So, I figure, being the one who always does the daring things, might as well step on them till they die. So i do. Soon realized that this doesnt work when i felt in my trousers to get a piece of paper (i had no pockets you sicko)..... i walk slowly up to a very hot camp counselor -reluctantly as he was hot and i had something gross in my underwear...
Mr Tickky was making a nice little home quite close to my "warm area" and i was getting quite freaked out.... i managed to get it burned off (its ok, no scars) while i was watching Mr Hotty washing eggs out of his hair with a hose... and without a shirt.. anyways.. that was my crap holiday.. oh yea and then the next morning i found a snake in my bag and i fell in the lake with all my clothes on, having to walk back to camp in my bikini and wet shoes... fun
( , Sat 23 Apr 2005, 17:30, Reply)
overnight... lots of sleeping bags and guys without shirts! yea, you would think this would be fun and everything, you know, if maybe we werent in california, on a hill, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by snakes, bears, ticks, badgers, racoons, bats, etc. Anyways, we're laying out the tarp and what a surprise, there's a little family of ticks! wonderful. So, I figure, being the one who always does the daring things, might as well step on them till they die. So i do. Soon realized that this doesnt work when i felt in my trousers to get a piece of paper (i had no pockets you sicko)..... i walk slowly up to a very hot camp counselor -reluctantly as he was hot and i had something gross in my underwear...
Mr Tickky was making a nice little home quite close to my "warm area" and i was getting quite freaked out.... i managed to get it burned off (its ok, no scars) while i was watching Mr Hotty washing eggs out of his hair with a hose... and without a shirt.. anyways.. that was my crap holiday.. oh yea and then the next morning i found a snake in my bag and i fell in the lake with all my clothes on, having to walk back to camp in my bikini and wet shoes... fun
( , Sat 23 Apr 2005, 17:30, Reply)
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