this imploding heart

Because camping means you can eat whatever you want and it doesn't count against you.

Dear Sonya. Look in your bag. Do you have:

Camera’s
Film
Liquor of the whiskey persuasion
Play shoes
Trivial Pursuit
Baseball mitt
Coffee
French press
Sugar (steal packets from office kitchen)
Cream
Pajamas (because you always forget)
Hairbrush (the other thing you always forget)
The other thing you almost forget every day.
Earplugs
Fireworks
Beans cheese rice tortillas vegetables
lowsugar swiss miss and creamy delicious baileys.
Soap
Moisturizer
Frank Sintatra’s greatest hits
Delicate laundry.
Charlton the guitarlton, (check his case for picks and strap.)
Towel
3 skirts 3tops 2 sweaters, Schmezzle Scmagger, dad pants
hairdryer, product, mascara, toothbrush, flouride, floss
Dr. Roberts, DDS’s phone number (in case the stupid temporary falls out)
Braeburn apples, mineola oranges, brussel sprouts, asparagus, annies mac and cheese, peanut butter, soup mix, generic honeycomb in the bag, yogurt, cheese, sixtyninecentwhitebread, butter. Tomatoes. Potatoes, boullion, flour, milk
Flashlight.
Sleeping bag
Pillow
Lots and lots of candy
?

You do? Good girl. Go on retreat. Give yourself permission to leave the meeting when your hear your brain singing 'I don't care' over and over again to the tune of The Jackson Five's 'ABC'.