This place is for the dogs

Before Dad could go knocking on doors, someone rang my doorbell. Apparently the neighbor who invited us to dinner mistakenly put my address on the Evite he sent out to the whole neighborhood. No big deal. And now I have an unopened bottle of Two Buck Chuck and an Easter Lily. But seriously, dinner was great. The neighbors all seem very nice. And they love me because I'm not 4 college age girls.

The TimeWarner guy came to install my Internet yesterday. So I'm up and running, so to speak:


When I got home from dinner, Charlie had escaped from the kitchen he was supposed to be confined to. The jerk jumped the two and a half foot baby gate and peed on Dad's bed.


Before I hit my un-peed on bed and have more nightmares about load-bearing walls collapsing on me, I thought I'd close with some of the progress that has been made.

Old gold-tone ceiling fan and chandelier.




New and improved lighting.