Let Me Tell you Something!

This will be the third year that we will head to breast camp to make a difference in the only way we know how. The first year, it was Cheri and Brenda. We thought "Hey, we are going down to tropical MN, how cold could it be at night??". So two people who have never (and please read that as NEVER) gone camping pack these little bags for two nights of under the stars living in little pink tents. And why do you say little bags??? Because according to the Crew Guide (or the Liars Guide) your luggage was only supposed to weigh 35 pounds and this included all your clothes and sleeping bag. So we thought "Hey since there is no way we can pack clothes and a sleeping bag, lets just use air mattresses and blankets!". So, yeah, we froze to death. Brenda wanted to spoon, Cheri just kept putting on more clothes... some of them were not even hers. And if you think either of us got up to pee in the middle of the night in a disgusting port-a-potty that we could have fallen into, well we weren't that crazy... we just rolled over a little and peed in each other's space. Okay, Cheri peed on Brenda who really wasn't that mad because it was warm and thawed out her toes for a couple of moments (just kidding).

Second year, we said good-bye tot he 35 pound rule and packed like we were going to the arctic. We bought special sleeping bags, parkas, and those warming pouches you break and put in your socks. Brenda even scouted for wood in case we need to build a fire. We had never been so warm. But then of course there is the whole earplug lesson.... but that's for another time. Only 332 days until the Twin Cities Crew Day... I'll see you there right?!?