April 25, 2006

There's something wrong with me.

At least, that's how I'm made to feel when I tell people that I don't like cottages. I simply fail to understand the appeal. If I have a hankering to soak up some sun (highly unlikely), I can grab a drink and relax on my back deck. If I want to admire nature, I can gaze into the tree-filled cemetery behind my house. If I want access to a lake -- why would I want that? I can't swim. But if I want unrelenting heat and humidity, rattlesnakes, biting insects I can't even name and a toilet that we're not supposed to flush very often, well then I can go to the cottage! Oh boy!

5 comments:

Orange Blossom Goddess (aka Heather) said...

I'm not sure but it is definitely possible you are my twin. Besides cottages...what the heck is up with camping?!

Calamity Jen said...

Oh, don't even get me STARTED about camping!

G said...

Oh no...how could you not love camping? Sun, beach, hikes, men burning meat in giant pits of fire...

Orange Blossom Goddess (aka Heather) said...

Sure if there were no bugs and a flushable toilet.

Calamity Jen said...

Scott can burn meat on our BBQ at home (actually, he cooks very well), and I'm just not a sun-worshipper. Nor will I be seen in public in a bathing suit. I don't need five-star hotels, but when I travel I want a/c and, like Heather, a flushable toilet.

I should take up hiking, where I can be at one with nature just until the bug repellant wears off, and then I can go home.