The big joke once we bought our ginormous trailer was "How the heck are you going to get it to your house?" This was from my Dad, who also almost disowned me because the new used truck we bought to haul our monstrosity is a Ford. At that point I turned the phone over to "Lonnie" to defend his truck blasphemy. I didn't care, I just wanted to ensure that we didn't ruin the camper before we even started out. See, our property is mountainous and the driveway is dirt, with trees and an uneven path. "Lonnie" insisted that he could cut a few branches and then "swing it around" once we got it near the house. Sorry, but the driveway is also fenced in areas and the only swinging that was going to happen in our driveway involved the local cow herd that uses our land for open range. The cows would swing, not us with the cows....you people are sick! Anyway, I could tell that the trailer would not fit in driveway and it wasn't until we took out a 40' string and walked the route, that "Lonnie" agreed that the camper will have to stay in the yard.
No problem with that really, and I was able to start loading right away. Except, with a trailer that big it was hard not to try and pack everything! Which I did anyway. The only kitchen items I left were the porcelin plates (not good for camping!) and my entertaining paraphenalia, because I don't really expect to be having large dinner parties, but who knows...we did bring the turkey fryer...and it is Alabama... All my shoes fit.
Well, one week into the packing and one week before we were set to leave, I get a frantic call from my loving husband which sounded like "Skoijnsdf nadoh ER!" All I understood was ER and I called him back to discover that special boy had been at the gym and dropped a weight on his toe. To this, my friend Rochelle said "see, working out is bad for you, I'm going to eat more cookies!" Not a good example, but a valid point considering the broken toe was from a weight on "Lonnie's" back! I won't even go into it, but I met him at the ER expecting (and hoping) they would drug him well and I could drive him home. Once we made it into the exam room we knew the toe was broken. The doc came in and started asking the typical "how did this happen" questions and also was examining the rest of him asking "any chest injuries, did you hit your head?" To which I entered the conversation and stated "No, but there will be when he gets home!" Without missing a beat, the doc asked "Lonnie", "Do you feel safe at home?" Of course, we smiled and explained the joke but I'm glad the doc checked, because I was not really kidding...I wanted to inflict pain because I was expecting a whole week of solo packing so that Mister Clumsy could ice and elevate. Thankfully, he didn't have to and packing resumed. Everything I planned to bring fit and the things left behind should have included the wild, ferrel children, but alas they were packed too. Kai tried to pack himself in a box and we didn't find him until he was quiet for too long and we went looking (expecting disaster) only to find him stuck in a box :) I do have a picture of that, because nice parents free their children from their mistakes. Awesome parents take pictures!
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