The Crapshack may not have any walls yet, and I have a feeling we’re far from having anything that can realistically be used as a roof (though apparently in a few weeks we’re going to be the owners of the world’s largest Wall Plate collection). At this point indoor plumbing is still a pipe dream (eh, ha ha), but we now have enough speaker wire and CAT-6 cable to ensure that the joint is wired to the guts. Wired and LOUD, which is just how we like it. There will probably be enough cable left over to use as clothesline, if we want to go full-bumpkin on the whole idea.

More likely, at some point we’ll have to attempt to resist the urge to strangle one another with it. You know how it goes.

Distance traveled: about a thousand long miles

How it got here: This, like the Nailgun, is from my very own dear-old-mother, who built her own house recently, although her house has some sort of crap repellent qualities. Which makes me wonder if maybe I was adopted, and should be using this precious internet space looking for my real (read: crap-loving) mother.

Note to my mother: please see the Note To My Mother on the Nailgun page for the requisite excuse to the above ingrate-ish behavior (xoxo).

Bonus: Friday Peepshow!

Here’s a view which we’re thinking might someday be the view out one of the front windows. See the little clearing at the bottom of the hill, way off in the distance? There’s a town down there.