What The . . .?!

Kev and I looked at a bunch of houses this morning and we saw the best house ever. The main floor was nice, a fairly decent floor plan with a gas fireplace and a good place for the piano. There was a big bar in the kitchen (although it was carpeted in the dining area) and a nice open living space. The master bedroom had a big mural of a lighthouse on one wall and rustic boathouse stuff all over. The bathroom was rustic as well, which seems silly to me. I mean, if I want my bathroom to look like an outhouse, I'll just dig myself a pit in the backyard and put up a shed! But seriously, take down the stupid stuff and get a little paint and the room is fine. The other two bedrooms were adequate and unremarkable. But enough about the main floor. The basement is where all the fun is. Kev warned me before I came down the stairs, and yet I was still not prepared to see this:





There was laughter. Copious amounts of laughter. And Matthew got to swing . . . inside . . . in the middle of a snowstorm.