Apparently things have changed in the camp insurance world, though, due to probably the last two decades of grownups suing other grownups over every-little-ridiculous-thing, until now...no one can drive anyone anywhere ever NEVER EVER, but I didn't know this until about 12 hours ago.
We just got back from camping last night ourselves, unloaded OUR stuff from the camper, threw HER stuff in the laundry and BACK into another bag and into the trunk. Then I happened to check the email for the info on her camp, for this morning. I stopped at the part where it said "Hi guys! We're meeting at the camp this year."
*...* It's an hour away.
What? Ok, it wasn't actually that big of a deal. I'm off, I have the time. I even have a car, which is a rental, so woo hoo, because FREE MILEAGE. Except for that thing I hate above all else: I had to set an actual alarm clock. I hate mine like you can't even believe, so I made coffee for the road. As we turned out of our road, I handed it to my daughter and said, "Here. See if this helps." Because hello, it was 9 a.m., and I'm pretty sure no one should be driving at that hour without coffee, plus don't forget we just got back from a long hard weekend of nothing, and we were both kind of groggy.
I forgot that she is completely unlike me, in the sense that she likes her food and drinks...lukewarm, whereas I like them to be still actually sizzling on the plate. So she takes a sip through that dangerous little siphon-top on my travel mug, and I hear:
Me: Oh. Sorry. Yeah...it's hot coffee. You weren't supposed to guzzle it. But...sorry.
Her: GAHHH. THAT'S LIKE MORDOR IN A CUP.
What was really cool was that she set my phone somehow to navigate the trip for us, with that voice that tells you when to turn, and if it hadn't been "on", I'd have taken an actual wrong turn at the last minute and probably ended up in Albuquerque. So the navigation voice was like the coolest thing ever. I didn't even have to look at the phone, or zoom in on a map to see where we were, or pull over and look up directions. I feel so modern. Then she was like, "Mom. Seriously? You've never used navigation?"
I haven't. Trust me to find out how cool something is, right about the time it's almost obsolete. Yeah...I'm crazy techie like that. (and, yes, I know they can steer you wrong...I'm not that old).
Anyway. I'm back. And oh!--I have a cool post to write coming up that I was invited to do by a fellow blogger who thinks I'm way more talented than I am, but I'll let that be a surprise. Or like a surprise that you know is coming. Or you can just act surprised later.
So, keep an eye out for that, but first I have to sort out four days' worth of business voicemail, glance at some random bills that probably needed my attention a week ago, unpack the camper, and do ALL THE LAUNDRY from camping, which somehow multiplies between the camper and the laundry room, until it seems like we must have had about 100 people with us, judging from the heap of bedding and shorts and beach towels.
|You mean, we have to UNpack it, too???|