I love my house.
I arrived home from work to a full bluegrass band playing in the basement. But since I have no pictures of a bluegrass band, I will give you the next best thing. I introduce to you my crazy producer, the wonderful Dean Watson, goofing around in the studio this weekend.
And, if you get easily offended, or have no sense of humour, avert your eyes for this next picture. Actually, if you fall into either of those categories, there is no way you are still reading this blog. I came across this sign the other night. Once upon a time, it advertised an annual church bazaar.
I won't lie. That is some of the funniest vandalism I've ever seen.