Could my camping trip have been any worse than already described in my post "Vectors and Vermin"? Well, yes.
I had high hopes for spending Saturday at the lake. The weather called for mostly sun with highs in the 80's. I put on my new lovely pink sundress-not caring that I was camping-and made the one mile hike to the lake.
First thing I noticed was the unusually large amount of people at the lake that day. Must be some sort of reunion or party going on, whatever.
Hus made a comment that he noticed some adults wearing T-shirts that had "Ask me about adoption" printed on them.
At the exact time, I saw someone I knew playing on the beach with her adopted son.
OH CRAP. "Wouldn't you know that the one and only day I go to the lake this summer, it's the same day that Friends in Adoption were having their annual reunion. I remembered the acquaintance telling me about this get together where adopted kids and their adopted parents get together with the biological parents.
At this point E, my 11yo daughter, mentioned that she was thinking there were a lot of adopted kids at the beach because she noticed a lot of dark colored children with light colored parents.
Hus chimed in "And a lot of alternative couples with kids."
Right in front of us was a lovely good looking lesbian couple laughing and enjoying playing in the water with their son.
"Soo not fair, why couldn't I have been adopted by a cool progressive lesbian couple." (No offense dad)
Later the adoption people got together for a ginormous group photo. I saw how happy they all seemed and it made me sad.
It also made me imagine myself grabbing the bull horn out of the organizers hands and yelling into it "Screw you happy adoption people!"