City slickers
Hubs and I talk about all the things we want to do in our awesome city all the time. We rarely get off our asses to do any of them, though. It's mega lame.
So when Hubs had the grand idea to take an unheard of free Saturday and go on a hike in Kettle Moraine, I was all for it. Check one off the giant summer fun list!
We packed a picnic, grabbed the Ergo for Bubs, and I even wore sneakers. This was serious. A nice hour drive in which Bubs slept = he's ready to have some F-U-N. It was great. Here's me, about 2 minutes into the hike:
It was gorgeous, as you can see. What you can't see but know if you've ever met me, read any word on my blog, or judge people based on appearance (including footwear), is that I'm a city girl. I've gone on a total of 2 hikes in my life. Impressive, I know. The lack of knowledge about hikes really came back to bite me in the end (hint hint).
See, in the woods, there's these things called mosquitoes. Like, a lot of them. And they're hungry for blood. Human blood. MUWAHahahahahahahaha!
We got mother fucking attacked. Like, big time. Like out of control, get me the fuck outta here, screw hiking and let's book it, full on WAR. It sucked so super bad. Normal people know about the amount of asshole mosquitos in the forest (duh) and wear proper clothing and/or bug spray (duh). But not us. So here's the after photo:
On my thighs alone, I had 19 bites. Hubs was the same. Apparently, we're delicious. The only good news out of this stupid hike is that Bubs didn't get a single bite. Nice work, Dad!
PS. Thank god we checked that off the list and I never have to go hiking again. Back to high heels and fancy dinners for me! BOOM!
PPS. I love me some Billy Crystal, don't I Jenny? ;)
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PS--any post when we can see your Dean legs (off the map, what?!) is a good one.