As I lugged basket after basket full of stuff out to the camper yesterday afternoon, all I kept thinking, is that there is nothing worse then packing the camper for the maiden voyage of the new season.

As I struggled and fought with the bed in the master "suite" of the camper; tugging, pulling and yanking... dropping obscenities, I thought, there is nothing worse then making this damn bed, all the while climbing over and around cupboards, curtains and scooting along the tiny passage ways beside it.

Later that evening... as I ironed my riding clothes for the upcoming horse show that I had earlier been packing the camper for, I thought to myself... There is Nothing Worse then ironing...  


            ... and there's really not.


I NEED MY DOWNY WRINKLE RELEASER!