After camping out, there’s always something to complain about.
My back hurts. I can’t find my clean clothes. There’s toilet paper all over the tent. It’s not enough toilet paper to be useful, considering what I’ve been eating this weekend.
Fuss, fuss, fuss…
You’re spot on about the television camera and being asked what’s wrong. I’d love to be the vendor selling TP at an event like this, especially after those atomic funnel cakes.
Pro fussor Moriarity
Welcome back, Kelly! We’ve missed you. But, we’re getting closer!
I always bring my own supply of TP to a camping event. I’ve learned after one *memorable (um, miserable) long weekend in ’84….
Time to make a sprint to the local Sam’s Club or Costco and come back with a pickup load of the roller kleenix and clean up. Literally.