Pray for me.
I'm going camping with the Girl Scouts in a couple of hours. I hear they do unfortunate things like trying to cook bacon on a stick over a campfire; and there are crafts involving pine cones and pipe cleaners.
I like the theoretical idea of camping. I like nature just fine. But I also like my creature comforts, like Angel DVDs, wine, air conditioning, and Hungarian paprika.
I'm sure it will be fine. M. Peevie will have fun, she'll carry memories of her first camping trip with her forever, and I will survive two days without television and Mr. Peevie. But for sure I am bringing a full flask of When Mommy's Happy. Shhh--don't tell. It's against the rules.