The beginning of a horror movie

So the new job is going ok. No one has demanded my head on a platter for screwing up their money really bad yet, so that's a plus. But no little kids wishes to work at a credit union when they grow up. It's far from glamorous. So anyway, me and the hub decided a few weeks ago after he took a fishing trip to the mountains, that we should go camping.

Now, I grew up camping out a lot with my dad. We went to lots of places up in the Blue Ridge mountains, and a lot of weekends out at his "hunt club" (Don't think swanky rustic wilderness lodge with lots of dark leather club chairs and stuffed dead animals mounted everywhere, think three-sided lean-to with a carpet scrap floor and a rusty card table). This means I'm not a dainty, squealing city-girl who can't stand the thought of being a little dirty.

So last weekend we went to a local outdoor store and bought several hundred dollars worth of basics, i.e. tent, sleeping bags, folding camp chairs, campfire grill). Today we leave for a trial run. We are going to a state park about an hour away in the foothills, where they have "primitive camping". This apparently means they have only firepits and pit toilets. At nine dollars a night, it's cheap recreation, once you acquire all the equiptment. I'm looking forward to the miles of hiking trails and the beautiful and fantastically cool weather we're having right now.

But let's not forget this is also the standard plotline to many a bad horror movie as well as just about every "When animals attack" special. A young couple...alone in the woods...in the dead of night...one hears a snap of a nearby twig..."Did you hear that?"

"No. Go back to sleep."

Another twig snaps.

"I definitely heard something. Go check it out!"

Sigh. "Ok." He goes outside to meet a silent and grisly death by dismemberment.

"Honey? Are you ok?" No. Honey is not ok. And you sit there and shout at the screen, "No! Don't go outside, you stupid moron!"

Let's hope we're ok.


P.S. This is definitely ok. In fact, it's more than ok. It's effing brilliant. Because what's better than smoking, breakdancing midgets? Pretty much nothing.