Wanna quickly find out how compatible two people are? Buy a 20-foot bulldog of an RV, which takes 4 1/2 steps to get from the bed, past the table, past the 'fridge, past the head/shower, to the sink and stove...without any knowledge of how to change the tanks, or where the fuse box is and drive 5000 feet up into the high desert in January with most of your heavy stuff loaded toward the rear so that the front wheels lift off the ground and wake up to find out that it does snow in the desert and when you wake up your hair is stuck to the glass and the toilet is filled with solid ice and the doors are frozen tight and you can't get out.
How did those field mice get in?
PS: When Stark an I met, that Toyota was our first home.
