You know how, in all the cute house magazines, the lady sketches her house plan on a cocktail napkin, and a year later, she's moving into that elegant house? Well, obviously, her husband was not a builder. Then the cocktail napkin would have lots of subtractions, and she would hear mutterings about "really important measurements are in multiples of four" or "that window would add $10,000 to the cost" or "there's no way you can put the sink there because of hall clearances" and "blah, blah, blah, blah". Actually, Evan and I have pretty similar ideas about the kind of house we would like to build. Unfortunately, there is still the reality that we have expensive tastes. Not extravagant tastes, just too expensive for our actual budget. Oh, well, I've heard they've really done a lot with double wides lately.
Saturday morning, we skipped out on the mounds of summer clothing that still needed to be folded and put away in drawers, and the winter clothes that were seemingly permanently encamped on the guest room beds, and headed out for Suburban Fun. (I should be clear-- *I* skipped out on the clothes. I doubt it entered much into Evan's calculations for the day.)
This video was shot after Evan announced he had found The Perfect Skipping Stone of the Day. Naturally, I wanted to get the amazing event on video. Yeah, he was humbled pretty thoroughly.
So, that's what's happening in this neck of the woods.
(Woods! We have woods!!)