The inspection report on the house is back. No surprises . . . it’s a fixer upper. At least now we have a list and there’s nothing that can’t be fixed.
My boyfriend found a photo today that debunks our theory that the eight six-foot long humps of dirt in the backyard are the bodies of previous tenants. It turns out someone had dug a hole once to set a large collapsible wading pool into the ground. Once the pool gave out and there was nothing left but a muddy hole, someone must have tried to fill it in. Woo hoo! We can grade the backyard without fear of digging up a crime scene.
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| Aerial Today |
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| ca. 1980s |
Read my mind while I roll on the floor with tears streaming, cackling hysterically.
ReplyDeleteI don't understand. I'm afraid to understand. ;)
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