Originally Posted by
timabababaluka
I miss that special zen-like moment when I break camp, clear the kids' gear from the family tent, only to discover they have dragged half of the dirt, bugs, pebbles, and pine needles from our campsite into said family tent.
I miss the yearly flash of inspiration I receive when I decide to simply pick the thing up, turn it upside down, and shake all of the aforementioned crud back into our campsite (I feel bad taking that much of a national forest with me).
I miss the yearly opportunity to resolve never to tilt a tent upside down and shake all the crud out, when I KNOW (just like Charlie Brown knows that Lucy is going to pull the football away at the last minute) that the wind will pick up or change direction, and blow all the aforementioned crud in my face.
I miss the bewildered look of dissappointment on the Missus' face as she witnesses this act, yet again.
I miss the cute, condescending way the Missus says "Well, there's always NEXT year," as I fall to the ground, brushing the crud from my eyes, spitting it from my mouth, and blowing it out of my nostrils... with the tent on top of me.