So being the wonderful daughter that I am, I hosted a large family meal (like 30 people). I was in the kitchen when a few of the kids ran through saying "Aunt Brittany is gonna be really mad..." my husband went to investigate. He came back with the sad news that my lovely little blue lagoon had died. 4 of the kids tried to sit in it at once.
Before anyone fusses at me for leaving the hammock out when kids would be at the house, it was at the back of our property where I had been "testing" some gear (read: enjoying a book in the sunshine). This area is off limits to the kids bc we have livestock and so do our neighbors.
Anyhoooo, their parents were nice and immediately ordered me the exact same hammock but black. Totally fine. I know this is such a first world problem but, does anyone get sentimental about the smell of your hammock? I loved the smell of all the campfires and places I felt like I could smell on my old hammock.
Now I've just to plan some trips for the new one.. I'll be missing you
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