thoughtful joren

no no no. not that way. don't be ridiculous. not the flower-buying way. or the holding-doors-open way. i've given up on all that craziness. 16 or 17 dropped doors on a girl's head will knock those wacky aspirations loose for good.

exterior

wow! i know. the birch trees behind the house are com-pro-mised. some sort of a beetle infestation. dropping leaves everywhere. and who gets to rake them all up? who knows. maybe they'll blow away.

this is mostly where the gawkers stand. they shout things a lot and we pretend can't hear them over the noise of the compressor.

yesterday's conversation with a lady i don't know: her: "it sure looks big" me: "it's the same footprint of the old house." her: "well, it sure looks big." me: "it's got to be if all 16 of us are going to be living there."

lady's pie hole? closed for business.

upstairs

"in your face first floor! you look like an idiot!" the second floor seems to say.

with every passing day

joren gets a little more thinky. i know. i didn't think it could happen, either.

after this house building project is over, i'm going to sign him up for a think tank. whatever that is.

upstairs guest bedroom walls.

friendly faces around the jobsite

this is our friend chuck. he grows hair really well but he's good at other things, too. like getting his ass all up in every one of my photos. yes, chuck, you have a fabulous ass. we know! but i'm guessing it's hairy. like i said, he grows hair really well.

and chuck's mom--if you're reading this--we're doing our best to keep chuck safe. mostly out on very narrow, very high rafters or under unwieldy, insanely heavy beams.

seriously. enough with these stupid overhang-y shots, you're thinking. i know you are. because i am.

and we have a second story! sort of.

nobody panic, except maybe me just a little

because the photos might be out of order. it's insanely hard to keep track of. sort of like trying to remember which sort of cereal and store bought cookies joren "is not a fan of". full time job.

it's like the bananas. i'd buy two. joren would eat them. i'd buy two more. everything was great. then one day, out of the blue... "HEY! ease up on the bananas, would you?"

me, at my bean snapping station. yes. taking a break. to be pensive, if only just for a moment. what am i thinking about? no, seriously. what am i thinking about? i look ridiculous.

you can't see it, but it's there. skort season is in full swing, my friends.

new stair holes

joren has a nasty habit of leaving his fake legs all over the place. i call this set "free 'n' breezy: flip flop fun"

front canopy. someday soon this is where trick or treaters will show up and i will disappoint them with little boxes of raisins.

inside view before the second story goes up. you might want to call dibs on guest rooms while the picking is still good. coconut's room will have more windows and cat hair, but peanut's room is way closer to the guest bathroom.