I like camping.
I'm not one of nature's campers. I'm not even a glamper.
We're not much of a camping family. When I was in Cub Scouts, we went camping once, and my dad snored the whole time and kept me up. It wasn't that fun.
Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.
When I go to bed at night, I wear a sleeping bag. And for a long time, I wore mittens so that I couldn't open the sleeping bag.
I absolutely loathe sleeping in a tent, regardless of the weather.
I sleep in this really cool thing that is a sleeping bag. It is a spray-tan sleeping bag - Amazon Prime honey, it will save your life.
Speaking of sleeping bags, has anything ever had a less creative name?
If there is any way you can get colder than you do when you sleep in a bedding roll on the ground in a tent in southern Tunisia two hours before dawn, I don't know about it.
I just can't grasp the concept of sleeping outside with insects when I have a beautiful home with a really comfy bed!
We sleep very well in space. We have a sleeping bag each, and when you get into it, you float in the sleeping bag.
I never slept outside of my home.
You kind of just float inside of your sleeping bag and you attach your sleeping bag to the wall. Then our arms kind of float up. So, we look a little bit like zombies.
A burrito is a sleeping bag for ground beef.
Camping is something I've done all my life.
