The great outdoors just brings it out in us.

Here are some funny overheard tidbits, from a group of north of forty gals, at a lake-in- the-woods camp getaway:

"Did you meet the photographer? He is adorable. Had dinner with him, had a long chat and then an hour later I saw him again and he introduced himself to me. How sad is that? I so used to have it!"

"New idea for Facetime on the iPhone. When you are traveling and don't have the magnifying mirror, just shoot a close- up picture of your face to check for unwanted facial hair."

"I saw Lisa on the dock waiting for her sailing lesson."
"What? I thought she was terrified of sailing."
"Did you see this years sailing instructor?"

"Please pinkie swear me that you will not let me dance at disco bingo tonight when they call up all the Moms. The song they play every year? "It's Raining Men!"  A pathetic but effective stab at getting MILFS to show everyone that we don't get out enough.

"It's funny how much the kids age but we don't!"

"Every year we come up here and hike, waterski, go boating, climb mountains, literally kill ourselves for a week. Everything would be fine except for all the crippling, whining and complaining that accompanies our endeavors. The answer? Pack plenty of Advil, muscle relaxers, ice packs and heating pads, shit we didn't need to pack 10 years ago."

"That and a glass of wine cures it all."