
As I was discussing this trip with Charles I said I would go under a few conditions. 1. I have electricity 2. I have water 3. I have a shower. I explained that he can't expect me to jump right into roughing it. This poor guy has borrowed a camper, generator and propane, bought a 2 person deer stand and borrowed a truck JUST to take me hunting. He's amazing. Anyway. Luckily his parents had some camo for me to borrow so I wouldn't be out the money for it if I never went again. I, however, had to buy stuff to wear under it and just around camp. So, I went to Target and got the cutest hot pink fleece pants and a pair of black and gray polka-dot pants. I also got some blue striped pants with he cutest bow to tie them up with...all with matching tops. For some reason when I showed these to Charles all he did was laugh and say "what is this?" and "it has a bow". Hmm?? Oh well! He took my clothes so he could wash them in his unscented laundry detergent because he told me I could not smell like flowers. He told me I could not wear perfume or scented lotion. At first, he told me no makeup. Yeah, that didn't fly with me AT ALL! So we compromised and I told him I wouldn't bring my flat iron and no hairspray if I could please wear make up. That's what relationships are all about..compromise...right? Next we discussed the schedule. We are leaving camp at 5:30am....that's in the morning...before the sun comes up! I told him that was fine, he just needed to wake me up 1 hour early so I could shower and get ready. Apparently, I'll be taking a shower at night so we don't have to run the generator at 4:30am and wake everyone up. *sigh* I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've been told "This isn't a fashion show, Babe". So, maybe say a lil prayer for me this weekend as this is a journey I've NEVER taken before...maybe pray for Charles as well. :) I'll let you know how this goes!