It’s Christmas morning, so I am at my husband’s house at the Gulf. (Because his tiny house is a 700 sq ft wall to wall office, I still live in my Mini when I’m here.)
Flying out of my chair, I run outside barefoot to try to get a grip on one of the flying legs. The roof has now turned into a giant sail, so I don’t dare let go to run ask my husband for help.
Step by step, I dismantle the room in the blowing wind. I’m freezing my ass off.
Frantically running around for almost ten minutes, I finally have the room safely disassembled. Able to catch my breath for the first time and lowering my adrenaline, I am again struck by how cold I am.
Another cold gust of wind and I realize why – the back of my cotton skirt is stuffed in my underwear.
Not only was I freezing my ass off, I was baring my ass to all my neighbors.
p.s. I did have the screen room staked into the ground!