A story for the girls:
A few years ago, a friend of mine had surgery to remove a tumor from her abdomen. It was essentially like having a c-section and she was pretty hurty and unable to go do anything for a few weeks just due to discomfort and just being tired from the whole ordeal. It was the dead of winter, she was stir crazy, and kept going on about how much she wanted to go camping.
Her boyfriend came home one day while she and I were sitting in the kitchen having coffee and went straight upstairs, saying he wasn't feeling well and wanted to lay down. Later, we went upstairs to check on him, because we're nosey women, and find that the bedroom now has:
1. Pine tree branches decorating everything that could hold one.
2. A tent set up with the mattress inside it.
3. A "camp fire" crafted of construction paper with a light behind it.
4. A cd of "lake sounds" or some such **** playing.
He was just heading downstairs to get her and make smores. hehe, I went home and cried, hahahahaha.
Nexa