Getting ready

We're getting ready to go camping. A glorious week of fishing, drinking and fishing again. Its hard to go to work when you know your leaving for vacation in 48hrs. You just want to get up and yell "Kiss my ass I'm going on vacation."
First theres "the list". Now my husband goes over "the list' and questions everything. Why do we need...? How come your bringing...? My all time favorite? Where am I gonna put this? Please! Let me tell you.
Then its the trip to the grocery. Since I get off work early that is always my job. Occasionally I'll take husband so he can enjoy it too. Sat. I took him & #1 g-daughter, 13. Good Lord! First they wander around under the cart, around the cart. Are we done yet? What else do we need? No, don't buy that now wait till its closer to us leaving. Now that statement gets me. Why? We're leaving Wed. which means again I am at the grocery on Tuesday AFTER work. I get off early you know Oh, and don't forget the beer.
I really should'nt complain. He packs very well, then he repacks so its better. I'm a "shove it in there and lets go" kinda person. We don't fight or argue when were getting ready to leave. We have "camper sex".
F*&^ you grammice you do it. F%$^ you husband I would but you have it all boogered up and only you can figure it out. When Wed. arrives we will be smiling and all excited. But, we can't leave until husband has his coffee, newspaper and shit. Me? Just shove it in there and lets go!!!