roughing it

My husband and our four sons are going camping tomorrow...in a tent...in freezing cold weather. They were insistent they did not need a cabin. they are men. They laugh at the cold. I am glad I am skipping out on this little excursion. You see, me and the great outdoors and mother nature are not on speaking terms.

It started when I was a little girl and my sister, Angela being the fabulous big sister she was used to put frogs on me. It expanded further when my cousins, closest to my age, (all boys) used to pick daddy long legs off of the swing set at my grandparents house and dangle them over me. The outside is filled with bugs and flying insects. The heating is too hot and the air condition is too cold. I'd rather see my nature in magazines or television in the warmth or cool of my home (or hotel or if I am feeling adventurous, a cabin).

Here is a pic of me "enjoying" the petting zoo at Animal Kingdom