Running with the Pack

FRIDAY
4:30 IN THE AFTERNOON

“You see, Jane,” I said to the woman at the regional Boy Scouts office, “my husband and I have already made arrangements. I will take my son to Scout Camp and stay until my husband gets off work, at which point he will hustle his butt to camp and relieve me of all overnight duties.”

Jane wasn’t budging. “We really don’t give a crap. The parent that starts Scout Camp stays at Scout Camp,” she said.

“So I have to spend the night there?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“In a tent?” I continued.

“Unless you prefer to sleep outside, then yes.”

“But, I don’t camp. I like my mattress. I like my pillow. I like my climate-controlled home,” I pleaded.

“You can bring your pillow,” Jane said.

“But I have flat feet and glasses. And I’m terribly allergic to poison ivy.”

“It’s camp,” she said, “not the military.”

“But, I married my husband because he promised to never take me camping.”

Silence.

Sigh.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, ma’am?” Jane was relentless.

“Do the Boy Scouts have Wi-Fi?”

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Friends, I am not fully available this week. Due to unforeseen circumstances - and the Boy Scouts’ strict emphasis on following rules – I will be camping with my 8-year-old son, acres of dads, and their mini-me’s.

Assuming I’m not covered in poison ivy from scalp to sole, I will return sooner than Monday with all sorts of fun.

In the meantime, please check out Chrissy at I Shoulda Been a Stripper, who bestowed this major award upon me, and to whom I am most grateful!

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Be Back Soon!