Okay, this story is for Lynsey Moudy. If I was a lady, I wouldn't write about this on the internet. If you are grossed out by stories about peeing on yourself, I would skip today's entry.

I must say, camping probably isn't my thing. It's really fun to set up your tent and build a fire, but then it's not cute anymore and I'm ready to go home. This weekend on our canoe trip we camped out in southern Missouri. Our campsite was pretty big, and we were definitely the only sober people there. On the first night I woke up around 4:00 am and I really needed to pee. I could still hear the drunk people around us partying and I was a little scared to walk to the bath house to use the toilet. Plus, I couldn't find my flashlight and I have bad feet right now. So, a dark solo journey up to the bath house was out of the question. Then I thought I'd mind over matter it, but that didn't last long and I knew I had to do something. So, I unzipped my tent and there were two of my highschool girls sleeping about three feet from my tent. It was too bad though, I had to go. So I just squatted right there by my tent and by the girls. One of them did wake up, but she thought it was funny. So, on night number two I didn't sweat it. I'm a pee-pro, I'll just unzip the tent, pee, and hop back in my tent, no problem. When I woke up around three I knew that I had to move quickly because my bladder was full. I rolled over and grabbed the zipper and oh crap it's stuck. I can handle this...unstuck...now stuck again...crap...CRAP. The tent zipper finally set me free, but by then it was too late to pull down my pants and squat. I was already peeing. So I just went with it. For some reason, if a zipper is involved, I'm destined to pee in my pants. I really need to move to a zipper free world.