There are days when I wonder what the hell I was thinking. It can be random or specific. This morning I was wondering what the hell possibly possessed me to think three cats was a good idea.
I lovingly call them the terrorists. Because most days, it’s true. They are demanding little jerks that don’t stop meowing in my face til they get what they want. Which is always food.
Apparently you wake up one day and realize you haven’t posted a damn thing for months. I have excuses. All valid. But still…
Other than camping my ass off, except for the last two weekends, because paddle boarding or the covid second shot kicking my ass down…I also have a new job.
So what does a fire loving, book reading, outdoor cooking Redneck Princess do pretty much every weekend for fun and sanity?
I have been camping every weekend since it opened. I try to stay fairly close to home, but it’s still like another Universe. I was actually sad this morning when I thought that maybe next weekend I should stay home. I mean there are real life things I should probably do. Like recycling, mowing my lawn, paying attention to my garden. Not pissing the
terrorists cats off because they are locked in the house for three days…