Not+My+Cup+Of+Tea

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When I see a spider, no matter how small, I make an involuntary squeal and call for help. I absolutely hate bugs, dirt, and sweat. I'm not the type of girl you would expect to live out in the country, right? I was dragged out into Easton, Missouri, when I was 10 years old and now live on acres upon acres of bugs, dirt, and trees. I prefer everything sparkly with little ribbons tied on them. You could say that the country lifestyle isn't my cup of tea. My dad gets these crazy ideas like, "Hey, lets move to Timbuktu and build a house there!", or " Hey, lets get honey bees so we can have fresh honey (bee vomit!) " and he always follows through with them (we currently have four bee hives.) I can't say that moving out to the country has been all bad, though. The view is beautiful, and best of all, we can have smores all the time! After building the house, we quickly built a fire pit. There is a difference between cooking a marshmallow over a campfire opposed to in a microwave because it takes in some of the smoke and cooks to a nice, golden brown. It's like a work of art when you get it just right, except you eat it. Although I have to admit, I have caught marshmallows on fire before because I was just too impatient to get to the golden-artwork stage. I know that of the few things I can look back on fondly from moving to the country, making smores is one of them. I may be a city girl at heart, but I sure do love smores!