I fucking hate camping. My ex was really into it but when we were planning our honeymoon on a ranch in Mexico which was going to be free as was owned by a family friend (his family, not mine unfortunately) he said ooh we can go on a hike through the Mexican mountains and camp out.
No, on honeymoon I don't want to camp. I want the ranch, its decent food, its comfy beds and horses and pool. So we decided he would go off into the mountains for our honeymoon and I would enjoy everything the ranch had to offer.
We weren't a good match and the wedding never happened. He was a cunt.
All that to say I fucking hate camping.
Potato is sticky and starchy so not the easiest of first foods for all babies.
Good night here. Up at 6.
Day three of potty training starting ok. No accidents sofar. Hadn't factored in the fucking dog needing to mark his territory over accidents. Twat.