Recently Deonè [my wife] and I, were both in desperate need of a vacation, I was thinking something romantic. But we both had different ideas of a
vacation, my wife wanted to go to her parents... not exactly my idea of a romantic
getaway. Using all my charisma, with some flowers, I managed to sway Deonè from her idea of going to the dreaded
parents- in- law, instead we went camping. For those of you thinking camping is
more effort than anything else, you don’t know my
mother- in- law... It is not that I don’t
like her, to the contrary I love her, the problem is saying “no” to her. I
always thought of myself as charming, meeting her I was introduced to whole new
level of charm. Nevertheless this post is about our camping experience, not
about my mother in law.
Deonè and I are both dreamers, to
such an extent, when it came to packing, we remembered everything, except for our
toiletries and food. Obviously I was bummed for a minute or two, as those steaks looked amazing. Nevertheless I
did brought my fishing rod, wood and matches.
When camping near the coast those are the essentials, or so I
thought. While planning my fishing strategies,
Deonè got into what seemed like a ‘flat spin’.
She panicked ...“How am I going to
wash my hair” ...“my makeup” ... “oh no, what about...” Luckily it wasn’t hard to calm her down, as we were the only ones there. Once everything
was set, the fishing rod, the tent, and our fire, we had a wonderful first night.
Unfortunately the following day we went back home.
While thinking about our lovely
night together, Deonè passed the phone to me, guess who was it... wait for
it... It was my mother- in- law (sigh), asking me, "when are you going to visit us?" So here I am, in Deonè’s old bedroom, thinking
by myself, “why did we forget those stupid
toiletries.”
For all those men thinking about
taking your wife on a camping trip, REMEMBER THOSE TOILETRIES.