Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Two weekends ago, I followed up my Girl Scout camping trip with Webelos in the Woods. I was pre-menstral (i.e., “angry”), sleeping in a tent, and cooking over a hot fire while male leaders (men who still play dress up and wish they were still boy scouts – a very creepy thing) patted me on the head and made condescending comments about women.
You can probably see where this is going, can’t you?
The boys were good. Nobody broke a finger or got their first period, which made this trip a bit more relaxing than the previous trip. Instead of baskets of potpourri and posters, the boys brought Bakugan um, thingys – which was equally as annoying.
No, this trip was decidedly different.
You’ve all heard how girls are better communicators than boys. This is absolutely true. Girls would never say the things our Webelos said to me.
“Mrs. Langtry…what are you, 1,000 pounds?”
“Mrs. Langtry, you are really old and you’re not prouncing “Bakugan” right.”
Yes, they really said those things. No, miraculously enough, I didn’t kill anyone. Not even once. Okay, I thought about it. But that’s not a crime…is it? Seriously, you’d let me know…right?
It was fun watching boys scream like toddlers when they saw snakes and spiders. I had a great time teaching Jack how to sew up a leather wallet. And the banana boats…sigh…I LOVE banana boats…bananas, chocolate chips and marshmallows – WHAT’S NOT TO LOVE???
But I think my favorite part was when we packed up and came home. I was exhausted, glazed in a fog of bugspray and sweat, and I had beer at home. Cold beer.
That and this picture of the tree with eyeballs. I’ll always have that photo.
Yours,
The Assassin