At the moment Handy Hubby is tied up with framing the exterior walls and laundry closet at the Underdog so the electrical upgrades can begin.  I’m tied up with trying to find us a place to live {we haven’t 100% decided on my dad’s house or an apartment yet} and psyching myself to pack up a family of four.  The kids?  Well, they’re tied up too.  Just in a different way.

The last time we had them out to check on the Underdog, we heard Layne say, “Everett come here.  Come stand right here and don’t move.”  We knew it was going to be good.  Layne doesn’t always like to include his bothersome little brother, so him being insincerely nice {we could hear the coaxing in his voice – it was not unlike that of a dog owner pleading with his mischievous loose dog to come close enough to hook him up to a leash} to Everett was a drop dead sign that something interesting was about to happen.

Poor Everett.  He had no idea what he was getting into.

images: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking