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Laughter Does a Body Good…Going Camping!

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A rather old-fashioned lady, always quite delicate and elegant, especially in her language, was planning a weeks holiday in Sydney with her husband, so she wrote to a particular camping ground and asked for a reservation.
She wanted to make sure that the camping ground was fully equipped, but didn’t know quite how to ask about the toilet facilities. She just couldn’t bring herself to write the word “toilet” in her letter.
After much thought, she finally came up with the old-fashioned term “Bathroom closet” but when she wrote it down, she still thought she was being too forward, so she started all over again, rewrote the letter, and referred to the bathroom closet as the B.C.
“Does the camping ground have its own B.C.” is what she wrote.
Well, the camping ground owner wasn’t a bit old-fashioned, and he just couldn’t figure out what the old lady was talking about, so he showed the letter around to a few of the campers and the only thing they could come up with was that B.C. stood for Baptist Church, so he wrote the following reply.
Dear Madam,
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C. is located nine miles north of our camping ground, and is capable of seating 250 people at one time.
I admit that it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of campers go there and many take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive nice and early and stay quite late.
The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to know that there is a special supper planned there to raise money to buy more seats so that everyone will be able to sit in comfort.
I would like to say that it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it is surely no lack of desire on my part, just that I am so busy most of the time.
As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort to go, especially in the cold weather. If you decide to come down to our camping ground perhaps I could go with you the first time you go, sit with you and introduce you to all the other folks.
Remember this is a very friendly community!

I Fell In a Hole But I’m OOOOOkay!


Well, sweet hubby got a jetpack thingy that gives me internet even when I am in the middle of nowhere for Christmas!!  He gave it to me early so I wouldn’t have blogging withdrawals!!

We are parked and set up for camp.  I am watching the water ripple and looking at the trees and hills on the other side of the camp.  It is gorgeous!!  Before all of the calm was the storm though.  It isn’t easy to set a trailer up.  Well, it isn’t easy for hubby and me.  I am basically useless and he is on his own.   I had one job and that was to make sure he backed in straight.  We rolled down the windows so he could hear me holler which way to turn the wheel (as though you can’t hear my voice from Texas to New York on a windy day!) and I began to holler, “More left, straighten her up, straight back, straight back!”

Hubby looks at me through the rear view mirror.  “Baby”, he says as a statement instead of sweet and caressingly.  “Hmmm?”  “Come look from here and tell me if this looks straight to you”.   I could tell from his tone it wasn’t but he just had to prove his point!  It looked straight from where I had been standing.  I walk to where he is sitting and take a look.  It was pretty crooked!  Actually there wasn’t anything straight about it!  “Nope, you gotta start all over!”  He then begins to tell me where I need  to stand and as I go to my “post” I fall into a hole and jam my knee and lower back! 

When I hurt myself, I always revert to a child of about three years old and go whining to hubby.  I go to the truck and say, “Baby, I stepped in a hole!” in a whiney, on the verge of tears voice.   I could see him fighting a grin with all of his might.  Remember he refers to me as “Lucy Ricardo“.    “I saw that”, he finally manages to get out!

I go straight for my cell phone and text Momma for her and Daddy to pray I didn’t incur terrible damage and that I am okay!  Thank God, I am okay!!  No broken bones, no sprain, no swelling! 

Soon we get hungry and in the town we are in are the best barbecue ribs you could possibly dream of!  We head for the restaurant.  I make a mental note NOT to step in the hole again, since when we get back it will be pitch black dark.  I think I am home free from any more “Lucy” episodes!  I mean what can happen with me sitting in a truck and simply walking into a restaurant??

We get to the restaurant and, of course, I have barbecue all over my hands when it is said and done.  I go around the restaurant taking pictures of their cute country signs while I wait for hubby to get out of the restroom.  I decide I better go while I have a chance and wash my sticky hands.  As I approach the restroom another lady beat me to it.  I wait and wait and wait!  I begin to think, “What could she possibly be doing in there??”  Then, I hear a portion of my answer.  Oh no!  The barbecue didn’t set well with her OR she had a bug.  I was not risking it!!

I go to the manager and ask her if I can use the men’s restroom.  “Sure sweetie, you go right on in”.  I was AMAZED!!  In a men’s restroom is the cleanest lavatory you will ever want to see!  Why is that??  Well, I will just let you think on it awhile!  I wash my hands and I see this great sign and wonder why hubby didn’t tell me about it.  It said just above the soap dispenser “smartest thing a man ever said:  ‘YES DEAR!”  I took a picture so y’all could see!  I loveeee that sign!!!!  Makes me wonder what else hubby hasn’t been telling me about the men’s restrooms!

I made it back to camp, didn’t step in the hole, and all is well!  We will just pray and agree it STAYS that way!  See you soon, precious reader!!

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