It occurs to me just now that living the RV lifestyle means that we’ll pretty much be taking a bed with us wherever we go.
It’s every husband’s dream vehicle made real — not to mention totally street legal.
It occurs to me just now that living the RV lifestyle means that we’ll pretty much be taking a bed with us wherever we go.
It’s every husband’s dream vehicle made real — not to mention totally street legal.
HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! Was not expecting to read a review like this for a comparatively cheap set of RV bed sheets, but…
“These sheets came on time, quality is superb, and sleeping on them feels like being caressed by the soft delicate fingers of a thousand angels.”
Which is not all that ridiculous when you consider that we are temporarily using the gold lamé-like spread and shams that were in here when we bought the thing.
When I make the bed, I feel like I’m shoving the pillows into tacky little Halloween costumes.
Here’s a flashback to July 1998, and the first time we rented a camper. This was it. Toaster on wheels. Kitchen table inconveniently doubled as a bed. And the boys were 3 and 1.
Yes, we were very brave, and also very delusional.
The next time we went camping as a family was July of 2004 — and we pitched a tent.