I feel like that scruffy cat-person at the end of Green Eggs and Ham. Do you remember the lengths he goes to to express his distaste for green eggs and ham? Writing in his online journal about the insane people who enjoy this delicacy, surveying his friends on Facebook (do you like them in the snow?), and then after all that ... he takes a bite. And they are tasty. Turns out he likes green eggs and ham. He likes them, Sam I Am!
I know. I'm going all deep and literary on you. Try to stay with me.
So we camped despite the rain (which subsided) and the cold (which did not), and I'm not going to lie. We had a hell of a good time. And thanks to my heroic feats of layering, the boys and I hardly noticed the cold. In fact, Gus kept taking off his jacket and complaining that he was hot, which made me feel all happy and successful like a choosy mom who chose Jif.
This is our tent (because I know you were all sitting there thinking JUST SHOW US YOUR TENT, ALREADY!) which my aunt and uncle gave us last Christmas ...
I wish I had some drama to report (frostbite! grizzly bear! a bonfire that got out of control!) but the most dramatic moment of the trip came when I woke up in the morning, brushed my teeth, and took a big refreshing swig of what I thought was Ocean Spray cranberry juice. I don't know why I thought that. Maybe because it was in a bottle that said Ocean Spray Cranberry Juice? Who knows why we do the things we do. But everyone was looking at me quizically, and I was all, "God this tastes so ... is it my toothpaste?" And my cousin Danielle enlightened me that it "wasn't just cranberry juice", which I am here to tell you is the understatement of the year. It was BARELYcranberry juice. And my family was all "Oh you didn't know there was vodka in that?"
Um, no. But I'm happy to see you all thought I did know, and that you felt it was perfectly within character for me to pour myself a 16-ounce glass of hard booze at eight o'clock in the morning.