#8 Swimming With The Mooses...Meeses...Moosen?...
A few years back my family held a reunion at some great cabins up in the mountains of Idaho. Mom, Dad and Grandma got a little two room cabin to share, and my brother and his wife, who had a new baby, also got their own cabin. The rest of the eight siblings gathered our children, spouses and various mosquito and tick repellents, and staked out rooms in the largest cabin.
The first morning was personal time. Our little family decided to go for a walk in the woods to a nearby picturesque lake. Excitedly my husband and I pointed out, to our young boys, two moose(mooses?) drinking on the other side of the lake.
On our side, butting up against the bank, floated several large logs. We were brave, and decided to see if we could walk on them. Wisely, and possibly with inspiration, I handed the baby and the camara to my husband. The logs were stable, almost like a little pier. Our boys were thrilled!
I decided to cross over to the farthest log. As I stepped onto the brown surface, I realized it wasn't made of wood. I went right into the lake, and was coated with the disgusting, brown, stinking mire floating on top of it. My husband tried not to laugh...too hard.
We had to go back to the cabins so I could shower, and shampoo my hair, again and again and again. Hubby wanted to get a picture of me with the boys, but they refused to go near me, the mother of all swamp monsters. He finally convinced them to stand next to me by allowing them to plug their noses.
I was hoping to sneak into the shower while everyone else was out and about. I didn't quite make it. Mom was in the kitchen of the large cabin. The moment we made eye contact we burst out laughing. You know, the kind of laughter that leaves you breathless, only able to gasp out a word or two at a time, and causes tears to streak down your face.
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