Misfit
Lawful neutral
All of the RV’ng threads have me wanting to share my own adventure.
I guess I’ll just start at our last trip.
We have season passes at Kings Dominion so we like to go stay at the campground there whenever we can.
The day started off majestically, my daughter started the morning with “why do we have to keep going to this stupid ####ing campground” and “can’t we stay in a hotel like the other humans”.
My wife was a picture of patience and calmly explained to her that we were having family time and when she turned 18 she could go be a hobo for all we cared.
My son handled the discussion well, he only interrupted occasionally with a “yeah” and “they better have Wi-Fi this time or you’ll be sorry”.
We have two little dogs and the one was so excited about going camping again, when I picked him up to put him in the truck, he pee’d on me.
The trip there was pretty uneventful, except someone kept farting and our Bichon is really old so he has a rotten smell to him. I had my son keep checking to make sure he was still alive and he suggested we put him in the dumpster at the Sheetz. I told him that would be inappropriate and he said “that’s the plan I had for you when you got old”.
:shrug:
When we got there I dropped the trailer and then started hooking all the stuff up. I hate how slimy the poop tube is but I can’t figure a way to hook it up with my shoe so I have to touch the damn thing as my family runs around yelling “gross!”
I had to park on the front of the pad in order to be close to the septic drain so I pulled my truck behind the RV and when I did, I bumped it a little. I was really surprised how far those things can move when they’re not secured to a vehicle. More yelling from my family and the dogs are barking like crazy all watching their house roll away.
Once everything was good, we all took what my daughter calls the rolling petri dish shuttle bus to the park where once again I forgot you can’t bring pocket knives in, like I’m going to can opener someone to death with my Swiss army knife. Then we all walked around and I looked at all the other happy families having fun too.
We have to leave the park whenever someone wants to eat. $8 for some crappy French fries isn’t going to happen so we get back on the rolling petri dish and go back to the RV to eat potato salad and walk the dogs.
I don’t ride rides because I’m a chicken so all I do is try to see how many calories I can burn walking around the park, but I do look forward to the one meal that the Burgermeister Meisterburger lets us eat at a restaurant.
She usually picks the fine cuisine at Applebee’s which allows me to go crazy and order onion rings with my Caesar side salad.
I’m always a bit concerned with what my family eats on these adventures because when one of them drops a deuce we all have to stay outside the RV.
After supper we all went back to the RV and I feigned fatigue so I could drink beer and cry in the darkness while they went back to the park until it closed.
We left the next day and I spent that evening pulling ticks and apparently moles that look like ticks off my body. I never know if I’ve got them all and every time I ask my wife to check me she just rolls her eyes and says we can’t the kids are up.
Now I think I have Lyme.
I guess I’ll just start at our last trip.
We have season passes at Kings Dominion so we like to go stay at the campground there whenever we can.
The day started off majestically, my daughter started the morning with “why do we have to keep going to this stupid ####ing campground” and “can’t we stay in a hotel like the other humans”.
My wife was a picture of patience and calmly explained to her that we were having family time and when she turned 18 she could go be a hobo for all we cared.
My son handled the discussion well, he only interrupted occasionally with a “yeah” and “they better have Wi-Fi this time or you’ll be sorry”.
We have two little dogs and the one was so excited about going camping again, when I picked him up to put him in the truck, he pee’d on me.
The trip there was pretty uneventful, except someone kept farting and our Bichon is really old so he has a rotten smell to him. I had my son keep checking to make sure he was still alive and he suggested we put him in the dumpster at the Sheetz. I told him that would be inappropriate and he said “that’s the plan I had for you when you got old”.
:shrug:
When we got there I dropped the trailer and then started hooking all the stuff up. I hate how slimy the poop tube is but I can’t figure a way to hook it up with my shoe so I have to touch the damn thing as my family runs around yelling “gross!”
I had to park on the front of the pad in order to be close to the septic drain so I pulled my truck behind the RV and when I did, I bumped it a little. I was really surprised how far those things can move when they’re not secured to a vehicle. More yelling from my family and the dogs are barking like crazy all watching their house roll away.
Once everything was good, we all took what my daughter calls the rolling petri dish shuttle bus to the park where once again I forgot you can’t bring pocket knives in, like I’m going to can opener someone to death with my Swiss army knife. Then we all walked around and I looked at all the other happy families having fun too.
We have to leave the park whenever someone wants to eat. $8 for some crappy French fries isn’t going to happen so we get back on the rolling petri dish and go back to the RV to eat potato salad and walk the dogs.
I don’t ride rides because I’m a chicken so all I do is try to see how many calories I can burn walking around the park, but I do look forward to the one meal that the Burgermeister Meisterburger lets us eat at a restaurant.
She usually picks the fine cuisine at Applebee’s which allows me to go crazy and order onion rings with my Caesar side salad.
I’m always a bit concerned with what my family eats on these adventures because when one of them drops a deuce we all have to stay outside the RV.
After supper we all went back to the RV and I feigned fatigue so I could drink beer and cry in the darkness while they went back to the park until it closed.
We left the next day and I spent that evening pulling ticks and apparently moles that look like ticks off my body. I never know if I’ve got them all and every time I ask my wife to check me she just rolls her eyes and says we can’t the kids are up.
Now I think I have Lyme.
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