Much Too Smooky: The Story of a Cellar (Part One)
Our youngest daughter has this Leap Pad thing that's basically a baby iPad. Last winter she played the same video over and over again until she had the song from it memorized. The video was really, really stupid and had a Halloween theme and the chorus to the song said, "It's much to spooky for me!" only our daughter, who has the most endearing habit of pronouncing words wrong, sang at the top of her lungs, "It's much to smooky for me!" It was pretty much the cutest thing ever. Which brings me to our basement. I don't even know if "basement" is the best word for what lies beneath the house. It's dark. It's damp. Once I saw a centipede on the wall down there the size of my femur. It's much too smooky for me. Starting from the (sub)ground up is maybe, kinda, sorta - for - now our plan as we get to work on the house. Like I said, the cellar was dark and damp so we decided the first course of act...