What better thing to do on a Sunday morning than make a fort?
Matt and I both had to take a tour of the fort, of course to determine the structural integrity of our building materials. Man it was claustrophobic in there. And we were both woefully too big. I could simultaneously see Matt's feet and hand from two openings.
Inside there is, as any good fort should have, a little place for napping with pillows and blankets. If we had a bigger living room the building would continue. There's a reason to buy a house right there.