Camping and Letting Go...

I may or may not have

let the boys climb every tree they could get a grip on,

ride their scooters all over the campground,

and use their boogie boards as skim boards.

I may or may not have

neglected to make the boys shower the whole, entire week

and called swimming their "daily bath".

So what if they smell a little fishy.

I may or may not have

applied the same standard to myself.

(Nice hair, yah?)

We may or may not have

had an enjoyable, if somewhat wacky,

dinner with friends of Kerry's.

Where I may or may not have
accepted a contraband start of a succulent
allegedly smuggled out of the legendary
Ohme Gardens
by the lovely Mrs. R.

I may or may not have

brought enough marshmallows to roast them

Every.  Single.  Night.

I may or may not have

made s'mores with peanut butter cups.

I may or may not have

told the boys they wouldn't like them

and they should just stick with ordinary s'mores

and leave the fancy stuff for the grownups.

They may or may not have

believed me.

I may or may not have

sent all the kids to bed and sat out on the point

with the grownups,

watching shooting stars and sipping

Chocovine.

Must find more of that.

I may or may not have

 been able to resist the temptation

to grab these adorable bubble cheeks.

I may or may not have

have spent nearly two hours in a continuous near freak-out

at the Monroe Reptile Zoo,

enjoying a variety of creatures

that included a two-headed tortoise,

the 10 Deadliest Snakes in the World,

and some baby alligators scrambling excitedly around their cage

catching and eating

the biggest cockroaches I've ever seen.

(The things we do for our kids' education...)

I may or may not have

declined to eat right there in the Reptile Zoo's parking lot

at the Old School BBQ,

because I may or may not have been just a wee bit leery

of what they actually had on the grill.

But I'm sure it tasted just like chicken.

Ewwww.

I may or may not have

treated the boys, instead,

to the glorious wonders of Zeke's Drive-In,

where you can eat in a real caboose.

We may or may not have had huge, delicious, greasy cheeseburgers,

(with a home-angioplasty kit on the side, says Kerry)

and enormous home-made onion rings,

and our choice of 20+ flavors of milkshakes.

Or in my case, a real chocolate malt.

*happy sigh*

And I may or may not still have

one "Camping Kitchen" tote in the family room

that I have yet to sort, clean, restock, and return to the garage

for next year's camping.

And, lastly, I may or may not have

put way too many pictures with this post.

Ya think?