As I posted yesterday, renovations will begin on Monday. We have gotten a lot done to move out, but there’s still more to do.
Last night, my mom and our friends, the Gibson’s, came over and helped us get the rest of our furniture moved out.
While the guys were moving the furniture, they left the garage door open. Who did they find when they came back?
And just what was she doing? Rob saw she was going to town, chewing on something. When he got to her, this is what he found:
That would be the cord to one of our very nicest lamps. I’m not sure if Lulabelle is a cow, or a goat. We had wondered who had mysteriously chewed the wires out of the porch light, and I think we have our answer.
It’s a good thing I’m married to a good electrician!