So, a while back, I posted nasty pics of my house. Yes, I was prepared for my mother to see them and have a heart attack from the horridness of my house. My plan was to start working on rooms and make my house look like a home someone cared about, rather than just a place to stay.
I’ve awakened a monster.
You might recall that what started it was my youngest daughter (who was four years old when the request first came, but has since turned five) wanted to get rid … read on, Fisherboy »