In trying to give the Spokane house a little more curb appeal, Terra and I arrived this morning and decided to weed and sweep the driveway.
All the dust that didn't make it into the dumpster has taken up residence in our noses. I am thisclose to taking a picture of the Kleenex to show you because it's kind of awe-inspiring, if you like being awed in a really really gross way.
Also, upon pulling off the freeway, I remembered that I do not have a key to the place with me. I called our excellent realtor, Hal, to see if he could meet us there at the drop of a hat, and while he couldn't, he did mention a window that wasn't locked in the back and that I was pretty skinny...
Terra is a whip-fast photographer. She now has a shot of my legs poking up at odd angles from a window that's pretty far above the ground. I had to wiggle in head first and walk my hands along the floor to get the rest of me inside. She almost died laughing while I just almost died. Hand walking is VERY dangerous, I'll have you know.