Dear Diary, Last night by the lake, in our tent, among all the other tired campers, too many people were snoring. It was like a snorefest ! lol
I don't know which lucky camper should have won the prize for being the loudest! It was a sympathy of sawing logs!
The mosquitoes swarming outside must have enjoyed the snorer's music, because they stayed around all night. How do I know?
Because between the snorer's notes, and my air mattress going flat, I was squirming all night trying to find a comfy spot to sleep, but I couldn't.
On my way to the car, the mosquitoes attacked me like they hadn't seen warm flesh all year! Ouch. And ouch. Smack... got one... smack , got another one, etc , etc. lol
So here I write by the early summer sun, in the car, with the seat all the way back, trying to relax, possibly even to sleep. lol . But now the birds are up, giving their morning "Here I am" "Where are you?" call to each other.
Camping. There is nothing quite like it.
LL
lover boy - a warm summer night - guilt free pleasures