Don't Mind the Tent in my Living Room
(Cue Jaws theme or Psycho, whichever menacing theme music you prefer): Just when you think it's safe to open packages in the mail with Christmas gifts inside from relatives, you open up the package from your brother in Wisconsin and find this: (And no, those aren't my kids playing gleefully inside the tent). This thing is HUGE, people. I live in a small 2 bedroom townhouse. This thing takes up half my living room. What did I ever do to my brother that I deserve this?