Tennille's kids have never been camping. EVER. So, we had a practice round in our backyard. Complete with s'mores.
|Camping Dinner. Yep, Johnny was in a button down and a tie. He just wanted to.|
|Our tent. Oh wait, this is David Tennant I got distracted.|
(I do not know the source of this picture, it was on Tennille's computer.
If you own the copyright, please let me know,
I will credit you or take it down, which ever you prefer).
|This is our tent. It's huge. We slept two adults and five kids and had room for at least two more sleeping bags.|
|I made fire. Without Larch. And without gasoline. Thank you Girl Scouts|
|Bella Rose all snuggled up.|
|Bossypants' first roasted marchmellow.|
|Oh yeah, we use old car seats as chairs around our backyard fire pit.|
|Johnny like wearing no shirt. Flipper likes his marshmallows burnt.|
|Tennille said the baby wanted marshmallows. I think she just felt nostalgic about childhood.|
|When we camp for real, the phones will be locked in the car.|
Later in the week, my laundry room started to smell. I thought maybe the hot weather had just made the washing machine funky. The laundry didn't smell when it came out of the washer, and the drum didn't stink, but there was a definite odor around the washing machine. Thinking that perhaps a wet rag or sock had gotten dropped behind or beneath the machine, I pulled it out to investigate. This is what I found...