I should be able to write a book about the adventure I’ve had in the past 24 hours, but I don’t think there would be any readers.
As most of you know, My Big Boy and I are living in our 5th wheel RV in Pennsylvania. Just to catch you up. He works in an ever-changing industry. We’ve been in Kansas, Utah, South Dakota, and now Pennsylvania in the last 2 1/2 years. At this 49andcounting place we are in life, it’s not so bad. We like to travel and explore different places. Our 5th wheel is what I consider an apartment on wheels. Is beautiful inside, and just about the right size for two of us. But with RV living come a few draw backs. Which brings us to the story I promise you, you’d rather not hear.
It all has to do with what we call the “portable waste holding tank”…otherwise known as the “poopy trailer”! All I’ve got to say is this. My hero, who was home for only 24 hours, spent most of the night trudging in and out of the snow, pajama pants tucked in his boots, flashlight in hand, with a very large heater just because he wants me to have a pleasurable powder room experience. Ok, that’s all I’m telling you. Just don’t let your imagination go too wild, because it was bad! In counting the blessings (which I don’t think my Big Boy feels like doing at this point) we did get to make a road trip through snow-covered scenery and beautiful windy mountain roads into West Virginia in search of a new (I won’t say the word again…we’ll use initials!) PT. (Ok, I can’t keep myself from typing this, sorry. If your PT gets a hole in it, you’ve got problems!) Now I’m finished, I promise. See, what did I tell you, it’s the story you wouldn’t want to read!
Oh there’s more, but I’m going to have to save it. Word of advice, when wanting to repay your loved one for a kindness they have shown, don’t try to make noodles quickly! (and I will be posting photos with that story!)
Blessings to you…keep looking for them 🙂