Does anyone remember this book?
As a kid, I adored it because it’s a scratch ‘n’ sniff. My favorites were the skunk and campfire smells. I think this book may have contributed to my love for cuddly animals and setting things on fire (not at the same time).
Anyialsolovethesmellofmanure, can you guess what I did over the weekend?
I wasn’t privileged enough to smell that sweet pungent aroma of skunk spray, but I did get to:
- burn things
- roast marshmallows
- eat my weight in grilled bacon-wrapped cream cheese jalapeno thingies
- watch everybody get wasted, then tell them the next morning how stupid they were while bragging about how fantastic and un-hungover I felt (I even went for a run!)
- canoe 8 miles down Sugar Creek without capsizing (not all of us were so lucky).
We did end up getting the biggest, dopest campsite in the whole place. It was right by the creek, with plenty of room to spread out and eat and burn stuff.
Public service announcement: Sleeping in a cabin is not camping. Sleeping in a camper or RV is not camping. Sleeping in a “tent cabin” is not camping. Only sleeping in an actual tent constitutes camping. And if you happen to pass out before you even make it to the tent (this totally has never, ever happened, I swear), all the better.
No pictures of the canoe trip because I thought it’d be safer to leave my camera back at the campsite. Of course, as soon as I got home, I emptied my camera bag straight into the washing machine. #winning
Instead, please enjoy these cute bunnies. They wouldn’t leave us alone.