Blast Zone

The text she sent before I got home read,  "The house is a supreme wreck," but I don't think I was really prepared for the level of devestation that greeted my arrival.

After a brief tour of the blast zone, I took the doge outside for a walk, and Katie called me from her company's Christmas party.

"I know it's bad," she said as the doge stumbled along behind me, "but it was way worse. I cleaned up some."