The Sunday Stompdown

Last night at midnight, we had a stomp. Minus the music. And maybe it was more of a flood rescue party. But despite the disaster, we managed to enjoy ourselves. We used every towel in existence to soak up mud and water that seeped inside the house from the trench in the front yard. Just a few photos (among many) we took for evidence. As in, we need them just in case the poor plumber (who thought it would be okay to leave a gaping hole in the ground on a weekend when it was pouring rain) ends up being guilty. Really they're just to send to the Board of Trustees. For documentation purposes. We're not pointing any fingers.

Hayley was the project manager.

Maybe I made her pose for this photo. Afterward she stood here for quite some time offering words of wisdom, as per usual, on life and love.

The plus in this very minus of a situation: there was lots of time for Miss D to ponder the future of this space. It looks mighty bright.