Camping

Camping plans.

We're making ours already.

It's just crazy - the amount of miscommunication that can happen in ten minutes.

"We'll get this mesh" says Dad excitedly, "and it's going to go under the tarp, which'll go over Maddy (the campervan we're going to hire)."

"But our tarp isn't big enough to go over Maddy," I interject.

"We bought a bigger one."

"What?! A bigger one? I thought the last one you bought was the biggest tarp in Ulladulla!"

"Yep. But I bought a bigger one. That's the small one now."

Yeah, that'd be about right.

"So now we've got this mesh and it's got this cross at the top with a vertical pole and then we just cable-tie the tarp around the edges of it and Bob's your aunty" (or words to that effect).

It took us all a long time to figure out exactly what the heck we were all talking about and how it was going to actually work - but when we did, it sounded like a good idea.

"So we don't have to spend 8 hours setting up this year?"

"No."

"And no more Red Bull for you!" (Red Bull makes some of our family members cranky).

"I have not had any Red Bull since that day!"

"Yeah, thankfully."

Now we won't come last in the race - you know, that race that all the families have to see who can put up their camping gear first - not that it's actually a race, but you know that when the other families are finished five hours before you, there's something wrong.

Ah well. Should be fun. :-)