Glamping |
Ok, ok, I know I’m supposed to write something uplifting and positive but that’s never stopped me before.
Last week, I wrote about the recent trend of Glamping. For those unfortunate few who don’t know what I mean and weren’t privy to last weeks post, it is where you pretend you are in a Ralph Lauren commercial out in the woods. What I mean is that it is upscale glamorous camping outdoors jampacked with denial that what usually goes with camping won’t buzz, bite, sting, thunder, leak, blow or rain onto all that glamour.
Glamping |
What I want to complain about, because I went on my version of glamping last week and no one told the damn mosquitoes that I was there for relaxation and meditation not herky-jerky slapping, stamping and swatting. I haven’t exercised that much since I was running from the law.
My glamping goal |
I guess they are here for Halloween; the bloodsuckers.
Here’s a little tip: If you are camping or glamping or just going to the mailbox, you might want to carry your glamorous fly swat or find someone with a spear.
Hugs,
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