OK, I can post this now. I was going to last night but DH was skulking around and I didn't want to get caught......he might just kill me for this if he ever finds out I posted......
I have been intending to put up a tent for my freezer since day one. However, on day one there was too much snow to do anything but put it on a pallet and cover it with a tarp. And then we moved it over against the RV and under the awning and I kept thinking, gosh, why put the tent up when we aren't going to be here long......but gosh, it looked so tacky sitting there....felt like I needed to go grab a couch out of storage to complete the image......so, enter putting up the tent.
The tent is one my sister had. Even the tent stakes were in the box. But, no directions. So, we're outside fighting to figure out how to put the darned thing up, the wind has picked up making it much harder and DH is muttering as always. As we're trying to hold the tent up he says that he's starting to loose his pants. A couple minutes later, he says that its a good thing he's BEHIND the tent and facing the woods instead of the camp road. So when he asked me to come around and pull his pants up, I first thought he was being a baby....just let go of the tent that isn't going up and tug them back up.....but I went.
I rounded the corner of the tent, and there in all his bare butted glory is my DH with his jeans puddled around his ankles! 
I was lauging so hard that I couldn't even get the darned pants UP. Forget being able to breath!
A house without fur is not a home.
Glenda