The last day of the camping trip, right as we were getting ready to leave, I walked up and said, "Hey Dean wanna hear something funny?"
"Karin, I'm so ready for your something funny."
"Check out my pants. They were Kelley's. She wore them as jeans." I laughed. (Kelley's 4'11", thus the funniness.) Then came his monumentally stupid response.
"What were those her maternity pants or something." He said chuckling.
"JESUS DEAN! Why don't you just kick in the face and call me a fatass."
These are the pants.
Ha ha, Kelly wore those as pants. And I am clearly not fat. So there must be another explanation for the astronomical level of stupidity of that comment. Who fucking says that?
I back tracked in my mind and began to piece together the previous 24 hours of Dean's.
I remembered the hornet's nest and how the boys had thought it was a good idea to throw rocks at it.
Then, I surveyed the surroundings of the fire pit and noticed an inordinate number of objects Dean and others thought would be fun to toss in the fire.
I remembered Amber saying something about this and how she'd been the only one to move away from the fire at this point shortly before the lighter blew up.
I noticed when I looked at the burned Grolsch mini-keg a clue to the culprit. Check out the upper left hand corner.
Notice the brand is Hornitos. Ha ha.
In his words, "I'm sorry, Karin, I was so hammered I pissed the tent last night. Its all over my climbing gear, I'm just a fuckin mess."
Ok, Dean. I get it, you're just that hungover.
Plus, I look just fine in those jeans.