Living in the woods is not for me

So, this last weekend Andy and I went camping with some friends of ours and the main thing we learned is that camping is not our thing. Granted we had a great time, but that was because of the great friends we were camping with. If it weren't for the friends I believe I would have packed up and drove back to civilization. I didn't mind being lazy, sleeping in a tent, or even not bathing for three days; however, what I didn't like was using the woods as my giant porta potty. I am a big fan of porcelein objects that flush...and this is not available when you are in the middle of no where. I basically did the old squat and pee. This was fine in my college days at a party when I was quite drunk and didn't mind the squat and pee option, but not when I am sober and more mature. Call me high maintenance, but if high maintenance requires a flushable toilet, then I am proud to say I am high maintenance. Our dog absolutely loved camping...maybe cuz camping is an event that is a giant toilet and dogs love to be able to go to the bathroom wherever they damm well please. When we got home our dog slept for 24 hours straight and that was the best thing about camping...to get an 11 month old boxer to sleep for a full day. It was bliss! I will have to say the smartest thing we did was pack our Aero bed to sleep on. I feel like that did save me. All-in-all we had a great time, but not because of the act of camping, but because of our friends that we love. I know we would do it again because despite the bathroom issues we did have a great time.