Well kiddos, I’m off to the woods for a few days of sleeping on the ground, warding off pesky insects and eating nothing but roasted hotdogs and s’mores, all while building up a nice layer of my very own grime. It’s camping time y’all!

What started as a long-weekend trip for me and my three sisters has turned into nine people crammed into one tent. Even though the tent is called a “ten-person” I think they mean “you can fit ten people in here if you don’t mind sleeping with your heads up each other’s asses.” Good thing we’re a cozy family.

My brother, his fiance and their kids are joining us the first night, as well as our mother. I can’t wait to see who snores, talks, walks and farts in their sleep. Maybe all at the same time. And can’t you just picture us trying to entertain each other all day without a tv in sight?

Actually, I’m really excited about this camping trip. I love hanging out with my family, and we haven’t all camped together since we were wee ones. Maybe it’ll become a family tradition. I hope so.