How would you like to live in a glorified tin can for a year? Call me crazy (hey, wait a minute. I’m the shrink. If anyone’s going to call me crazy… ) but that’s exactly what we did. Me, my husband, Tim, our dog and two cats. Tim’s the one who proposed this idiotic idea of taking a midlife career break and traveling all over the U.S. in a bus. He wanted to live his dream. How nice.Why couldn’t we live my dream instead – sitting in bed all day eating bon bons watching Oprah? Because Tim wouldn’t have lasted an hour—he likes to keep busy, you know, doing stuff. By 9 a.m. on a Sunday, my husband has done more than I’ll even think about doing the entire week. (I never did understand that Army commercial. Is getting up at the crack of dawn to work your butt off really supposed to be a selling point?) He also loves roughing it in the great outdoors. I don’t see anything “great” about it. I’m a pampered Princess from the Island of Long whose idea of "roughing it" is staying at the Holiday Inn. I was not looking forward to my promotion to Queen of the Long Narrow Aisle.