Camping out (in a dishwasher box)

Last week, much to our dismay, we had to bite the bullet and buy a new dishwasher. While we fully anticipated how much we would appreciate a dishwasher that actually worked, we did not realize the potential the box had - or that its potential would be fully realized on our back porch.

Lil and Reid came in late this afternoon and asked us if they could camp out. As I had not really been paying any attention to what they were doing (no one was crying), I didn't know until I went outside what they meant by "camp." Pillows, blankets, toys - even a full Lightning McQueen display complete with the Piston Cup made of mega blocks - were set up inside the dishwasher box. Snacks and beverages were also on hand. They must have planned to get really thirsty because they had at least three juice boxes apiece out there.

Even Ruby, who - bless her heart - was diagnosed yesterday (by the vet, not me) with "terrible" hips, bad knees, and an ACL tear in one of her back legs, didn't miss out. The Ritz cheese crackers must have lured her out.