Tubby

The early part of my life was spent living with my family in a very small house with no running water or electricity. I have clear memories of kerosene lamps and outhouses….and it was the Eighties. I also remember that we had a bath tub next to our sauna that was propped up off the ground with room for a fire to be built under it to warm the water.  I so clearly can recall the feeling of my shoulders being cold from the outside air and my buns being too hot from the literal burning fire.

Our campsite at Lavericks Bay had an outdoor bathtub and the girls took a few baths in it after long days in the dirt and at the beach. Lucky for me, I took a few baths as well, but this time there was running water, flash lights, a box to prop my wine glass on, and stars shining bright above that I could appreciate……and room for my cute husband as well.