One of the great things about being an adult is getting to decide things. Like buying a tent. Not because you're actually planning to go camping. [Perish the thought - said the Champagne Socialist who just loves a swanky hotel.] But because you remember the joys of sleeping in your backgarden as a kid. And now - thirty years or so later - you can do the same thing. Without having to ask Mum and Dad for permission! ;D
|Our Flylady stainless steel water bottles are already in there -|
good work DD9!