Unfortunately and fortunately, the camping trip’s sleeping arrangement was not quite as uncomfortable as I thought it was going to be. In fact, I slept like a rock. Retainer and all.
There was a bit of discomfort, though, when I was told by the sig-O’s cousin that I smelt funny. Then she bit me and told me I tasted worst.
All the while she was sitting on my lap.
I shoved my knee in her hind end to get a bit of redemption…and then imagined myself smothering her face in Icy Hot.
That got my through the week.
After that I was off to Utah. Otherwise known as Pootah.
I met a lot of great, new people and a lot of awkward, new people. All of which I had to hug goodbye at the end of the week.
Hugging is weird.
At least for me.
Why do people feel the need to say something whilst hugging?
Mid-hug a guy told me that I was ‘Proactive in conversation. And really good.’
I pulled away and DIDN’T shove my knee in his hind end, but did imagine myself smothering his face with Icy Hot.