Originally posted by LoudLou
Camping is when Room Service is late.
Amen to that!!!!!

I camped with my first husband. First, we did a tent. Then we graduated to a pop-up camper. It was fun until it was time to do dishes or wash my hair. We always ended up in campgrounds that had no electricity, no warm water, no showers. I learned to hate it even more when people started coming along with us, so that the cooking and cleaning for two turned into cooking and cleaning for six or eight. And I had dirty hair! The "straw that broke the camel's back" was when we had a baby. Helen went on her first camping trip when she was about 8 months old. It was her last one, too. She got sick (it got cold), and I was miserable. I never went again. I never will.

Guess what? Husband #2 loves camping too. We have a pop-up camper also. Have I even stepped my foot in it? NOPE! He knew from the beginning that I had no intention of leaving my house and precious pets to camp with him and the kids (5 people in one camper ). I did agree to go with just him and the dogs (all four of them) sometime, but somehow that took the intrigue out of it for him.

NO CAMPING for me!!! LOL!!!!

Logan