...we sure as hell didn't have anything like this! My folks sent me to Girl Scout camp, where I spent a week peeing in the woods, burning food over fires and washing out tin plates in the creek, and sleeping (and scratching the poison ivy on my butt) in conditions that would gross out even those Swamp People guys. Why did it take 'til now for somebody to think up ... Zombie Day Camp?
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
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Ahem...
Poison Ivy on YOUR Butt?
How did that happen?
And Oh to be a little dab of Calimine Lotion...(sigh)
Why, from going in the woods, GM. Wouldn't happen these days, of course. I'd have to be mighty far up the creek with nary a paddle in sight to even consider the woods.:-)
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