Camping it is.
Anyway, last weekend I went camping (yes, finally) with my boys and hubby's friend. It was not like the kind of camping that I was used to. No, we didn't go up Byron like we do for the past 5 years. We just camped out at Hubby's friend's property in Newfield.
Where the bumming-out happened.
Relaxing and bonding with Tony Shalhoub
And yes, I also spent uninterrupted hours on my kindle just stopping to get something to munch or take a quick trip to the bathroom.
My Kindle Fire taking a break and giving Monk the center stage.
The dirt road
Bugs are bugging. Poor beans.
Wild berries along the dirt road.
I'm not the RV-kind-of-camper. I am more of a "hard-core" camper. And when I say hard-core I mean "100-feet-away-from-bear-trap-kind-of-camping"camping.
Keeping my camp chair handy when I get tired of laying down
My messy room and I love it.
Sweetest's friend's off-the-road property is very convenient because it has a nice veggie garden where I picked out some fresh summer squash and tomatoes for supper.
Hubby checking the garden.
Ready for the picking.
Fresh summer squash and tomatoes stir-fry, anyone?
Well, even if it was not my-kind-of-camping, I still love it because... I didn't have to do a lot of things except cooked dinner.
Steak and chicken wings
When we are camping, I can make Hubby do things that he doesn't normally do at home. Like making breakfast and washing dishes at the same time. AND more importantly, he won't be bothering me for simple things he needs because he can find what he needs all by himself. Really strange. LOL
Watching Hubby making breakfast while I was still in bed watching Monk.
Spying on him as he went down to the well to fetch a pail of water. La-la-la-la
As for my Sweetest and his friend... they just hanged out, drank some beer, trying to figure out how their new toy [game cameras] work and yes, did some target shooting.
Yes, that's me shooting some empty beer cans.
And they made me shoot target too.