This upcoming weekend (ie, tomorrow) Lars and his little brother Mike are going winter camping at Nordhouse Dunes along Lake Michigan. What exactly is the appeal of winter camping, you ask? Nothing. There is nothing appealing about winter camping. I have a clinically insane husband who made his little brother drink the kool-aid and now they’re going to spend the night in a flimsy tent in the snow in order to get a few damn photos and “for the experience of it all”. Let me tell you, I have winter camped with Lars twice now and I’ll be damned if there’s a third time. It sucks. You get so cold that you wake up in the morning covered in water because the condensation in your breath hits the freezing cold tent and there’s just a layer of wet everywhere. Also, you don’t sleep. Its so cold you don’t sleep. Also, sleeping on the ground sucks. Also, I haven’t slept since some point in late July–you’d think if I would take a couple of days off for myself it would not be to not sleep some more.

But let me tell you how I really feel.

Its just the way Lars rolls. He’s Scandinavian. Its in his blood. I’m from San Diego. Not really the way I roll. Bjorny and I will cuddle and watch some Rom-Coms this weekend and laugh at the thought of Lars sleeping in the snow when we’re snuggled up in a warm fleece blanket with PJs on.

Actually, I will miss him an awful lot. But don’t tell him I said so.

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