I don’t know what it is about my body chemistry, but mosquitoes absolutely love me. They hardly touch Greg and Sage, which means that I am the only one really miserable if we’re camping. Of course, I lucked out when it comes to chiggers. They love Greg, but won’t touch me. Still, Greg and I have been looking at RVs for camping because I can be such a wuss, especially in the summertime. I like my air-conditioning. We’re looking at RVs but we really can’t afford one. It’s a fantasy type of deal. One thing that I recently thought of though, is that we could look into rv rentals and take a trip for a week or so. Then we wouldn’t have to spend a ton of cash that we don’t have for an RV that would sit in front of the house and make the neighbors call the city and complain. (That’s what happened to the folks across the street!) It seems like the best of both worlds–we wouldn’t have to spend all that much money, the guys would get to camp, and I would get to have my air-conditioning and not get eaten up by mosquitoes. I’m off to tell Greg about this.