What's Spring Break without Sexual Harashment?

I was resigned to the fact that my days of spring breaks were over. You know those crazy college spring breaks. Certainly nothing as untamed as Girls Gone Wild but they always included a beautiful setting, good food, and friends.

 

I’m glad to say these camping weekends are making a comeback. It was especially nice because along with Bobby and Nicholas, we camped with friends so I wasn’t outnumbered with the boy factor.

 

Bobby and I have toyed with the idea with buying a popup camper for a few years now. Including this trip, we have rented them about 5 times, each with fabulous outcomes. If Bobby would just stop screwing around and get a real job we could buy one. Oh hell that’s me. Oops, renting is good too.

 

Anyway this weekend has sealed the deal for us, we really want one despite the oops's. Among the inconveniences of the weekend, the bathroom was a trek away and it was quite chili at night. I admit it, I thought my honey was getting fresh. It took him about 15 minutes to convince me the less clothes you wear in a sleeping bag, the warmer you are. I’m like sure, I heard that line before.

 

So after I got warm and got the timing of the bathroom runs down to a science, I deemed this was a great trip and that buying a popup would be a great investment in family time and not a impulse buy.

 

I could go on and on about the food, our good friends, the crisp evenings by the fire, the fun  boat ride and the awesome fishing but I won’t. it’s just not in my nature. I have to tell you my dumb ass story.

 

About midnight on our first night I have to go to the little girls room. So I go with my flashlight and I suddenly realized I’m totally night blind. It’s bad y’all. I ended up calling Bobby on the way back because I almost drove off a small cliff, ok,  not a cliff but it would have hurt.

 

Anyways I get to the restroom and there are 5 teenage boys blocking the ramp. As I’m driving up one yells, “hey jack, there’s a girl you can finally do.”’ (I cleaned it up a bit.) That just pissed me off. I’m not easy, just ask my husband. But worse was what I did. With a full  bladder  I went  wee wee wee home.

 

I should have kicked there little asses, punks. If there were just two, I’d just speed ahead in my wheelchair and aim at toes. But I didn’t. And of course after the fact I thought of a great comeback. “My husband is a member of the NRA and see my best buddy over there?  She has a blackbelt so I suggest you think of something while I’m screaming. They’ll be here in 5 seconds.”

 

Wouldn’t that have been awesome. Sure they wouldn’t have understood my speech but I would have felt better. But no, I went wee wee wee home and to add insult to injury, tried to drive off a cliff. Great.

 

So another spring break for the memory books. Thankfully in a few days I’ll choose to forget about those punks and the let the memory of fishing, boats, and friends bring grins til the next trip.

 

But I got another 24 hours of anger in me. Damn I should have ran them off. I could. I just know it..