Did I mention we don’t have central air? For my 1930s home, It’s on the “to-do” list, for sure, but at this point, it looks like it will be something to be enjoyed in summer, 2014.
Both Em and I were so sticky and hot the other night that we considered sleeping in The Basement–not a bad plan, but the basement is dark, almost too quiet. This was the point where Em proposed the tent.
Our tent is HUGE. “Sleeps 4-6.” We have a smaller, cooler one (for more “active” camping), but the enormous Coleman tent I purchased at Costco on a whim several years ago has only ever functioned as a play tent–it’s cavernous interior begs to be filled with stuffed animals, blankets, painting supplies. It’s been pitched in the basement more than once.
The air mattress was my idea. I snapped this photo on my iPhone upon walking out in pjs to see how Em had prepared our little quarters. With the twinkle on the garage and the fly open, it was all the more inviting, magical.
Our evening was perfect–Phineas and Ferb on the wifi, along with analog Candyland.