I'm a Non-Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here!!

Some of you may remember my earlier post about the possibility that my boyfriend would drag me into the wilderness at some point in our relationship. Well, the time has arrived. This weekend, I will be heading into Arkansas to attend Chris' annual family camping trip.

Enough with the jeers. I realize that the thought of me camping might be a bit comical. Yes, I realize that I once took approximately seven outfits on a camping trip just to be sure I had plenty of options. I also realize I was only nine. I also realize this might have been the last camping trip I have been on.

But, I was a regular camper at Camp Pin Oak (at least three summers in a row) and I'm pretty sure that if my much younger self can handle nature, the older, wiser version of me can hack it.

Do I feel bad that I have to Google a list of items to take on a camping trip? No. Am I embarrassed that it hadn't even occurred to me to take a flashlight? Slightly. Do I plan on kicking this camping trip's ass? Absolutely. I've already got major plans for our sleeping arrangements in the tent, which include foam mattress pad, 600 thread count sheets, and a down comforter.