So, my crazy friends and I have the good intention of probably thinking about having a yard sale maybe. While creeping on the neighbor who was going though her outside storage shed, we happened upon the best treasure evah!!! One of those groovy vinyl kid tents with a frame made of like PVC pipe or something.
I freakin' love those things!!! When I was a kid, I used to waste away the hours in my barbie tent. That is, after I trudged down to the basement to find the box with hopefully all the pieces crammed in. I believe it was kept in the room with the plastic covered tree still strung with lights. That's right people, we were innovators. Before the prelit tree, there was my basement! It was a place of wonders. I once had to hide from a tornado down there, so I listened to an 8-track tape of Arlo Guthrie and pretended like I could live down there in the post apocalyptic terror that would surely occur after the tornado. I could live off of the home canned green beans that were covered in cobwebs in the other room and electrocute myself trying to bathe in the shower that we used to wash the dog in. At any rate, I love The Pickle Song. If you haven't heard it, check it out.
But back to this tent! My kids have a tent and this thing is most definitely in one of Dante's circles of Hell. I really need to read that... It's a castle. Cute right? I know, I thought so too. It has that weird memory wire frame thing since it's a circle and you just jab it with some poles and ta da! Construction! Yeah... not so much. I'm all up in this collapsed tent feeling like I'm going through one of those therapy things where you get re-birthed or something gross like that and the kids are mobbing me. They be all like, "Mama are you done?" "Mama, is it up yet?" Does it freakin' look like it's up. I've told you fifteen times that it's not ready. Did I give birth to Helen Freaking Keller? Geez!!! So I whip together one of the poles and then you have to jam it in this pocket at the top... that's currently on top of my head, line it up, put it in a pocket in the bottom and tie it to the side. It's totally easy. Except that the poles are a tight fit, they're bent to make the castle look uber legit, and my kids have barrel rolled the sucker so much that the nylon at the bottom has holes going all the way through it just for the poles. Isn't that special? AY! It's a flippin nightmare.
So you can see why I think this new/old tent is the bee's knees. Except that it doesn't have directions and I'm not really sure if all the pieces are there. It's cool, though, I got this! Through much laughing and wondering what the crap I'm doing and why the crap do I do things, I got the bugger assembled. Like a champ! What's up. Sorry, didn't mean to go all "street" on you there. It's only missing a couple of parts though. But that make it looks like the trailer park version of the castle from Beauty and the Beast cause that's what's on it. And now it's chillin' in my carport... all jacked up and ready to fill me with nostalgia at any given moment.
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