Father's Day Isn't About Me
I hate camping. I hate the prep, and the tent, and the smoke, and the dogs barking all night in the campground, and the kids hearing a noise and crawling in bed with me, and the dirt, and the “I ate too many s’mores” night time throw up, and the year of post camping laundry...so naturally, we went camping for Father’s Day weekend?
Why did I agree to this…
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