The Great Indoors

This weekend Grandma & Grandpa are paying us a visit because the RV show is in town! Grandma & Grandpa have been talking about getting a tent trailer since I started dating their handsome son. (That was over 9 years ago, if any of you are counting.) I'm not under any illusion that this weekend will bring the great tent trailer saga to a close. Don't get me wrong, I love my in-laws like crazy. They are funny and kind and are so good to us. They raised my husband, who is the best man I know. But they occasionally make me want to pull my hair out when we talk about the tent trailer. Again.

The funniest part (or LEAST funny, depending on if you are me or not.....) is that Rainer is just like his parents. Guess who has also been talking about getting a tent trailer for at least the last 4 years. Those of you who know Raine probably think he's all rugged and outdoorsy, and all over camping. Well, when you grow up surrounded by water, rocks, trees, etc. you can't help but be outdoorsy. Until it's time to sleep, that is. You can take the boy out of Keewatin, but you can't take the comfort of his own bed out of the boy. Good old Raine, he's tried really hard to like camping, he just doesn't understand why you would want to go somewhere to fish, swim, hike, and enjoy nature, when you could do all that at his parents' place and still sleep in his childhood bedroom. Bless his heart. It's not his fault he married a Girl Guide, after all. And for the record, if they sold tent trailers by the cash register, I would have already bought us one.

The pics are from Clear Lake, Summer 2007. The arrival of The Stinker disrupted our annual McQueen Family camping trip last summer! I wonder how little Tally will like the tent this year???