Campelujah 4.5

Every summer, we go camping with my sister-in-law, YoFSIL* and her husband, Red. We call it Campelujah.

This year's Campelujah IV was cut short due to wicked heat, a freakish amount of wood ticks and very, very angry biting deer flies. To make up for leaving early, we're going to have Campelujah 4.5 this weekend in Red Wing, MN.

Stocking up for it should have been a $40-$50 WalMart trip since we're only talking about two meals in the woods this time. Usually it's a "who can pretend the great outdoors is a real kitchen and turn out near-gourmet meals over a roaring fire" competition. 'Turns out my plan to leave work, pick up Sparkycus and head to WalMart, stop quickly at Target (cuz Wally World doesn't have STRAWBERRY lemonade powdered drink singles or those crack-soaked organic fruit leather thingies) and dart into the grocery store's pharmacy to get inhaler refills was flawed.

'Turns out, see, (rock back on your heels like a Southern highway patrol officer explainin' things to a felon when you say that first part) that sleep deprivation combined with hunger manifests itself as a financially irresponsible 12 year old with an incurable junk food addiction. Did you know they make coconut crusted marshmallows?

This will be it until at least Sunday.

Rock on y'all!

* Wammy started signing her emails, "Your Favorite Sister In Law" ... I added the "o" and gave her what I think could be a convincing Jewish name. Mostly because Sparkycus just finished up working on "Fiddler on the Roof" ... I was feelin' it!