This weekend I was quite domestic. I mowed the lawn, did laundry, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, and set up a tent. Once my tent was all set up in the beautiful sunshine and breezy spring, I got started getting that bad boy ready for the big camp. I pulled my handy, dandy shop vac for car cleaning and got to business getting all the dirt out of that tent.
I actually exclaimed out loud in anger that Ferdiand let a dog in our tent! A dog! There was hair all over the place and I had to vacuum much more than I anticipated. Once the tent was all clean and ready to go-I air out the sleeping bags and got ready for a night under the partly cloudy sky. I popped over the the good old grocery store to get even more domestic by making dinner on the grill.
I spent the night out in the tent and the only way I can describe it is that I must have been in Kansas as Dorthy was being cycloned. My tent was blowing this way and that-and of course, nature called. Thank goodness my house was just a few steps away. Being inside in the peace and quiet was enough to convince me to crawl into bed. And none too soon, it apparently started to rain into the dry, aired out tent that was ready to pack. So the next morning I had to clean the tent again and dry it out so it was packable.
Long story short-my tent is campsite ready. And I had enough domesticity to last the rest of the year. Cereal for dinner for this kid from now on. And don't think for a minute I am going to clean anything until June.
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