It also consisted of asking our new neighbor and their clientele to move their vehicles out of our reserved parking area. Every. Single. Time. You would think that word would spread a little more quickly. You would be wrong. Even after we asked Republic to park our new dumpster in the middle of the space. A couple of times we drove there for no other reason than to knock on their door and tell them to move. Yes, I am the person that gets on a high horse named "Principle of the Thing."
The roof is still a little spotty (but WAY ahead of where it was) so we haven't started to tackle any other big projects yet. Despite this, everyone that has dropped in to see us has had nothing but words of encouragement for us, which just means we have the best friends and family ever.
To top New Year's Eve, we spent New Year's Day at an auction. Along with a large majority of other people. (Why aren't you home celebrating or nursing your hangovers? What's wrong with you?) So, again, the prices were not in our favor. We beat our record for amount of money spent on a single item, which is scary, but also totally worth it. I guess a lot of people wouldn't even understand what was so great about it, but we love it.
And then, of course, there were the monkeys.
There are no shortage of interesting people at auctions, but none so interesting as OLD MAN SMITHERS! He totally would have gotten away with it if it hadn't been for those meddling kids. (Get it? It's from Scooby Doo. I might be an idiot.) I seriously love this guy.
But wait, there's more! (That should be read with Infomercial emphasis.) Santa brought me concert tickets for a show in Nashville this March. Do you know what this means? Other than me getting crazy excited to see Hozier at the Ryman Auditorium? It means we will be performing a drive-by of the mother ship (or the sister to the mother ship, at least) Antique Archaeology (of American Pickers fame).