So there I am, chatting with the husband, fantasizing about the future and talking about our goals. So I tell him, "one day, I want to go to one of those stupid luxury resorts. All included. I want fruit in my room. I want those sheets where they care about the thread count. I want to be mere steps from the beach. I want to be PAMPERED." and homeboy's response is, "yeah! We can go camping! We can rent a cabin for pretty cheap, there won't be plumbing, but we could be outside."
AND WHAT I SAID is I want FRUIT in my ROOM and somehow he heard pee in a bush. So I guess I'd just like to know where the knob in men's ears is that turns luxury beach resort to camping.