For Christmas Jerrels awesome grandparents gave us a joint gift. Knowing we were getting married in May, had similar interests, and a need. They gave us a tent. But not just any tent. A tent that can sleep 10 comfortably, a tent that is also called a Vacation Home. But location, location, location, is vital when calling it a Vacation Home. In Maui, maybe we can go there. But here? Nah.
But between wedding, reception, morning sickness, work training, and changing of schedules. We didn’t get our tent out and my Senor Smarty Pants was none too happy ’bout that. So he has been scoping out a weekend when he is off, and we are free to go “camping.” Fall Break was his chance. I got home from school to find my 22 year old going on 10 year old husband putting the finishing touches on the “little” number.