It’s going to be COLD in Watsonville during the night for unSCruz.
Like in the 40s.
For a California girl (who is sleeping alone), that’s COLD!
I’ve gotten an offer from one man who is willing to sleep with me for the duration of the event.
And while he is a handsome, hot-blooded, American male, I think I’m going to pass.
I should be able to stay warm for a few reasons:
- I recycled my 10’ x 14’ tent and am now sleeping in an 8’ x 7’ tent. The smaller the tent, the less bodies it takes to heat it up, right?
- I’m bringing a sleeping bag rated to 10 degrees. I plan to layer it under my comforter to stay nice and toasty warm.
- I bought an electric blanket off of Amazon that runs off of batteries! Who even KNEW these existed?!
I really wish The Swede could be there with me.
He’s going to be in Sweden where it’s MUCH COLDER than 40 degrees and where he SCOFFS at my California girl complaints that it’s too cold.
He is a Viking.
There is no such thing as too cold.
Do I like Vikings?
Vikings like this one?
Or this one?
Why yes, I think I do.
The Swede is descended from Vikings.
So am I, as least in part.
Maybe a Viking and a Scot fell in love a long time ago and to them I owe my whole existence.
Maybe a Viking PLUNDERED and PILLAGED a Scot village a long time ago and to that I owe my whole existence.
In reality, the story of my conception is pretty damn cool.
Two eighth graders fell foolishly in love and whoops!
Made a baby.
The Swede flies in on April 30th and we’re set to go on a date.
If he’s not too jet lagged.
I’m looking forward to seeing this modern day Viking again, just before UnSCruz.
The big news is. . .
. . . I have kicked Tejas out of our tent so that we can have some privacy.
Don’t worry, I’m bringing a backup tent for Tejas.
He was bummed when I told him but said it was predictable.
“Think of it as a way for you to get your own privacy too,” I hinted.
So there you have it.
I’m finally willing to admit I MAY want privacy with The Swede.
And by God, I’ll get it!