Without further ado, I present Bear Grylls: Los Angeles Bungalow or, How I Found My Husband at 9 pm Tonight.
Next month, my husband will be going on another wilderness adventure through the school where he works. He has steadily been collecting camping gear since he returned from the first trip in October and now owns a down jacket, a giant pack, and various slightly different tools and knives that look identical to me. His Kelty Cosmic Down 20 Degree sleeping bag was delivered by UPS an hour ago and that is approximately how long he’s been laying like an Egyptian mummy inside it on the living room floor. Next on his wishlist is something called a “compression sack,” which of course he did not find as totally amusing as I did. Because he’s 30 now and so mature.