Check out this new contraption my Dad bought. It's called a hunting blind. If you ask me, it should be called a tent, but hey, who am I to question all the great white hunters in the world?
Anyway, I'm having crazy fun sneaking in and out of this thing as it sits in our garage. As a matter of fact, Howie and I ate dinner out there. It was fun until Howie decided to go to the bathroom inside it. Can anyone say nasty smell? Thank goodness these things have windows...
Not to worry, I put my new potty in there. Not for Howie either. For me.
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