It could end up being another wet weekend. And not the good kind of wet either.
This one puzzled me most of yesterday. Why am I going camping in the rain? Ok, it may not rain tomorrow but there is a 60% chance it will rain at the campsite today.
And I need to put up a tent.
Possibly in the rain.
Why am I leaving the coziness of my tavern to go outside and sit in the humid, rainy air?
It just doesn't make sense. I could sit on a bar stool and drink free beer (I haven't paid for a beer in over a month!). I could be making dial-a-shots and causing havoc.
But instead I will go and tend to the fire, make sure the beer is cold, and shoot the shit with my friends.
Oh yeah, that is why.
I will be camping with a great group of people.
I am out. Rock on with your bad selfs!
Shit. Cat knows I am leaving soon. He just gave me the guilt look. That was followed up by him watching me clean his litter box. I could see it in his eyes. "Yeah, clean my shit up bitch!"
Little furry bastard!