Saturday, February 16, 2013

FortNight

What does a married couple, without many married friends do on a Friday night in Springville, UT you ask? Build a blanket tent/fort in their living room, obviously. And yes, we're both graduating with our Master's degrees in April. HA.
Last Friday as Tom and I were drumming up what we could/should do for fun on a Friday evening I looked at Tom and said... "I think we should build a fort!" We got the flat sheet from both of the bedding sets that we have and another extra blanket and began the task of hanging them from the ceiling fan in our living room. At first we tried just draping the sheets across the fan blades...that didn't quite work. Then I suggested the use of my bobby pins...Tom didn't think that would work. So, after a quick trip to the store to purchase some clothes pins we were in business. We clothes-pinned the sheets and blanket to the ceiling fan and then draped the ends across our dining room chairs and clothes-pinned them in place.

TA DA!



Once inside the fort Tom asked me what we should do, so I suggested a rousing game of "Life". Tom and I decided our society has completely devalued old school board games...especially the ones without electronic banking, that a separate diatribe though. I thoroughly trounced Tom at the game...both rounds (Tom insisted that we play two games after I smashed him the first time through)! Then we decided that it was time for S'mores as we sat in our fort and watched an episode of Bones.


"Mmm...these s'mores are delicioso!"

It was a pretty good time spent in our fort. We even slept in it that night! The next morning Tom and I woke up and had some Lucky Charms for breakfast and watched Saturday morning cartoons on Netflix courtesy of Daddy.


Then we played a few rousing games of MarioKart. Tom kicked my trash pretty thoroughly, and it kind of served me right after I pretty much rubbed my board game victory in his face the night before.


Moral of the story? It's great being married to your bestie!



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