On Saturday, Craig and I went up to check on the progress of the house on a whim after a bottomless mimosa brunch (maybe you didn't need to know that last part). To our surprise and, honestly, utter shock, they had dug out the basement! Seriously, with all the rain and snow we've had, I just assumed they wouldn't have been able to do anything, but we had nothing better to do.
This first picture is looking from the street at what is/will be the front of the house. I am in love with that tree to the right behind the dirt pile. They told me they were going to cut it down, but I secretly, or not so secretly, hope they forget and leave it.
This is...a pile of dirt.
My garage! This is where the spaceship shall sleep (yes my car is called "The Spaceship").
Side view! This will be the basement. Whaaaat?!
I said "Craig smile". This is what I got.
Ok, see the house next to ours? See the window on the side? Yep.
See that pile of dirt? That's my backyard. Haha!
Ok, so maybe having mimosas before this was a bad idea. Craig's over there climbing on the foundation walls, and I'm like "Get down! If you fall, I am not taking you to the emergency room!"
Us, in the "garage"!
Uh, me, in the garage.
Me, next to a pile of dirt. This is my "Karina" pose. Love you, Karina! ;)
My backyard, beyond the dirt pile.
Yay!! C'mon June!