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I've got some photos from the weekend.

Backyard and ice:



































The carpet and carpet pad I ripped out Friday night (the carpet pad is now in the trash, in hundreds of tiny pieces, thanks to Cab the Shit pulling it down and having a Fantastic Time with it while we ran an errand):
















I haven't posted photos of our town yet.

This is on my drive to work.





















My husband's grandmother who passed away last summer lived on a farm in Kansas for many years, and his family has had a big job cleaning out the house. They gave us some old soda bottles that were very dirty (one had an ancient wasps' nest in it, complete with ancient wasp corpses). I've been trying to clean them up.




















Also up/downtown, right by where I work--the trains run right by my office window.

















Tree in our backyard:
















More train yard:









































Our basement, where the utility rooms/studio, bar, and den are located, is not heated. It's not bad because the water heater/etc are down there, but when we're hanging out down there we sometimes use a little space heater on cold days. We're constantly shooing away pets, who become Instant Fire Hazards.
















More downtown:














































I got these in Wyoming (my sister also bought a strand), and I've posted them before. I believe my husband thinks they are ugly. I think they are hilarious and awesome. They have bells. Bells, you guys! Bells!





















Disorganization! More of the town:































Bottles:




















Ice on our back patio:
















I'm a "throw the lights in a big box and worry about the tangled mess next year" kind of girl.
















Cat:
















My sister mailed me an ornament, which is old and sparkly:
















My father made me this spice rack:





















Structures at the train yard that I don't understand:
















Fire hazard:
















Melting ice on our siding:





















Fire hazard! Fire hazard!




















Do you see that face he is making? That is his "I will continue to do this bad thing I am doing because you are not feeding me" face. Also his "I hear you yelling at me and am freaked out by it but will continue to be bad because you are not feeding me" face. And a little bit of his "I'm deciding whether or not to stop because you are yelling at me--oh wait, no, you're still not feeding me" face.

(Safety disclaimer: we always shoo them away, and we never leave the space heater plugged in without being RIGHT THERE. I just thought I'd share some photographic evidence that they are, in fact, complete idiots who are trying to kill us all.)

Happy Tuesday,
black sheeped