This is the house that Blair built.
It’s cute and the kids love it. And it’s probably better built than our own house. Our theory is, if you don’t have a job, make one up.
I’m fibbing.
That’s not our theory at all.
I have no idea why Blair suddenly decided to build a playhouse, but I DO say, don’t look a gift horse (aka working man) in the mouth.
My job was painting it at the end.
Now, he needs a real job.
Seriously.
