I have nothing against camping. In fact, I’ve had a couple (but only a couple) very positive camping experiences, revolving around the campfire, hotdogs, marshmallows and beers.

For some obscure reason, Robbie got it in his head the other day that we needed a tent. And in typical Fink fashion, he did a thorough research of the available possibilities. Since Canadian Tire was running a ’sick’ sale on tents the other day, we went there and picked one up. It was actually a 6-person tent, 2 sleeping bags, a weird pop-up shelving thing and 2 chairs (complete with beverage holders) for $150. That’s a pretty good deal. So we snatched it up, figuring we could return it later if we decided it was not for us.

The moment we got home, Rob wanted to set it up. Where?? I said. Right here! So we moved ALL the furniture to the outer limits and set up the tent smack in the middle of our living room. Classic.

Personally, I think it’s a nice tent and all, but it’s gosh darn GI-NORMOUS. Rob is undecided. We saw another one at Costco the other day which might be smaller, but knowing Rob, we’ll have to take it home and set it up in the living room to make sure.