A tent and some hot dog sticks..

Ok….so I nattered on yesterday about camping with the Mister and our way cool new tent that we used.

Keep in mind that this tent doesn’t do anything really. It isn’t even big. It doesn’t have a separate screen room, lights, sectioned rooms or even a really good rain fly.

But…..it does hook right up to the back of our truck.

When we bought this little bugger, I thought that we might actually sleep in the truck BED and then have the tent for either; a) little people b) dog pen c) space for the food because of pesky raccoons or d) naked dance floor.

However, we decided that due to the humidity that the Midwest has been basking in these days and because we forgot the screen for the truck windows, sleeping in the actual tent would be optimal.



In this picture you can see all the way into the front seat of the truck. On Saturday night, when I started to become peeved because our rather rude and noisy neighbors were carrying on about the outcome of the last Harry Potter book (I am only on five out of the seven), we climbed into our back seat and watched movies on our portable DVD player.

When we were all done (the Mister passed out and was snoring too loud for me to hear the movie), we just climbed right into the tent from there.

A few notes from the MacGyver bin:

The Mister and I were hungry.

I was lazy.



I got creative.



The Mister was none too impressed.

Butt-hole.

Have a good weekend!

Mich Chick