A fully-functional, properly draining (and no longer leaking under the floor) shower with hot water & enough pressure to wash my hair thoroughly makes me a very happy camper.
Any man that can fix the plumbing & random ceiling leaks, install new laminate flooring in the RV, rig up a "tech center" with wireless internet that's faster & more reliable than what we had in Durham, smoke competition-quality pulled pork BBQ & chicken for dinner, and surprise me with a box of fancy chocolate truffles from his trip to Chapel Hill is a keeper in my book.
Tick "season" is year-round out here. So is spider season. Thankfully, the same is not true of snake season. Hopefully we'll move before that one starts.
The local Laundromat is every bit as entertaining as an urban DMV office.
There is a special place in Hell for people who don't empty their pockets of candy & gum before washing & drying their clothes at the Laundromat.
There is not a single bottle of EVOO to be found in any grocery store for many, many miles (yes, I know, #FirstWorldProblems). But there's some mighty fine BBQ to be enjoyed if you're not afraid to visit the local joints, especially the ones that look rundown and forgotten by time.
All the sweetener in the world won't make almost-gone-sour milk taste any better. And while one shouldn't cry over spilled milk, it is perfectly acceptable to cry over a ruined latte when you used the last of your coffee to make it (yes, another #FirstWorldProblem, but caffeine withdrawal is an ugly thing).
The gentle patter of a steady rain on the RV roof is a more powerful sleep aid than any pill or tonic.
Even the quietest of cat toys is startlingly and unacceptably loud at 3:47am.
Hungry cats are more reliable and effective than any mechanical alarm clock. Unfortunately, the feline ones aren't equipped with snooze buttons, cannot be unplugged, and are unable to differentiate between work days, weekends & holidays.
Keeping the litterbox fresh is
Happiness is ending the day sitting by the campfire as we watch the sunset and listen to the hauntingly beautiful, mournful song of distant coyotes while we savor a glass of wine or bourbon and share a fine cigar from Greg's stash. #ThankfulForMyBlessings.
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