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So Ya Went Camping Huh?

Yes. Yes I did. For one night. I got my period on Day 2 and that's all that needs to be said on that. Sorry for the no warning guys (do any guys even read this blog? I don't think so but anyway, sorry).

In the back is the entrance to the property. I think we topped out at 3 miles an hour in the car going through here. Rebels. That's us.

Thank goodness Dad went through with his truck and patted the grass down for us cause I really thought we were just guessing on where to drive.

Our cute little tent. Next time, we're going bigger. Oh God, I said next time. Don't let my husband or father in law see that.

This is my father in law's tent. For him. One person. This is more along the lines of what we should have next time. You could fit Playland in there.

I think everyone should bring a trailer with when camping. Especially if you have a two year old who can't quite put it together how her brother can get out but she can't.

P.S. Thanks for the thoughts and "prayers". Clearly the children missed their opportunity to off me while they could. Perhaps they'll get me next time. Perhaps.


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