I slept outside at my sister's house (on her deck with sleeping bags) because her house is so tiny, and I wasn't even drinking.. It was quite nice, actually. I saw lots of shooting stars.Originally Posted by nomas
I slept outside at my sister's house (on her deck with sleeping bags) because her house is so tiny, and I wasn't even drinking.. It was quite nice, actually. I saw lots of shooting stars.Originally Posted by nomas
I like sleeping outside. When we were kids, we used to sleep out on the porch in our third floor apartment with seventeen people living in a 3 bedroom.
And my dad used to to tell us stories, and we looked at stars. Ahhh, the good old days..
"Ogres are like onions."
I really hope you had more than one bathroom, Arty! And to think: I thought it was difficult never having a room to myself when I was growing up! (We had 7 kids all together, living in a 3 bedroom house.) Did you grow up Catholic, too?