In a mere 15 minutes, what I once called home, was a pile of rubble left by a giant Godzillian arm of metal destruction.
Wow, I should really be a writer! Today we brought down the house. In preparation of course for a newer, safer model. It was so cool to watch the Goliath (I'm into G metaphors) machine work it's magic on the 100 year old lumber and horse-hair plaster we called home. Even cooler, was seeing the holes where once my shower stall and much-too-small kitchen resided.
SO now, without further ado, I give you the photos you've been waiting for...(can I get a drum-roll please?)
1 comment:
Those pictures are awesome! That is so strange to see your house in a pile of rubble. It looks like the aftermath of a tornado. Crazy, but exciting stuff! Let the fun begin.
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