So, Ohio - really this one family compound - was really amazing. Randall and I slept in a treehouse.

I love things that have a sense of formality, even in informal settings. For instance, whiskey drinks with the parents takes place in the kitchen before shot gunning beers on the porch can commence. Maybe it's all in my head.




Oh, and the best thing I found my soon-to-be house? A prescription bottle for Percocet (dated '01) filled to the brim with marijuana seeds. The mystery continues.