Look, people! Our house! It isn't PINK anymore.
Not that there's anything wrong with pink.
It's just that...pink houses?
That's a song by John Cougar Mellencamp.
Not somewhere you should live.
(Pay no attention to the boy in the water sprinkler)
Our garage. Mama says is almost blends in now.
It's green. Mark Twain Olive Green to be exact.
A big thanks to all the gentlemen whose hard work rocked our house!
Pardon our mess on the back porch. It's still a work in progress.
Oh, and the boy in the water sprinkler...
He had a GREAT time while mom was busy taking pictures.
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