of the house.
Right now we're choosing to ignore the front side of the house, where there scene resembles this: and we're hanging out on the back patio- where there are no hidden structural problems, nails to step on, and ginormous holes in the new roof. On the back side of the house there are grilled chicken legs, pasta salad, a sputnik fire and marshmallows, and plenty of cheap, cold beer. And if you squint and hang over the fence, you can catch a glimpse of this wondrous rose bush. Have a great weekend! (Three posts in one week doesn't exactly seem like an blogging break. Hmmmm.)