This is the east side of my house. No big deal, right. Except that my knowledge of cardinal directions is so poor that Husband will be very surprised that I know this.
Also, I never take photos of this side of my house. You can see our porch-turned-kitchen and fake-door-that-opens-into-the-refrigerator from here.Also, the weedy flower bed that sent both Husband and I to the doctor multiple times for poison ivy last summer.
If you ever visit us, be sure to stay on the west side of our house--or maybe the south, who knows.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
The East Side
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