I love odd things that can be found in the crevices of dusty old houses. The house I grew up in is very old, a cool 100+ year old Victorian that is for sure haunted. I used to imagine that there were hidden passages in the walls and secret rooms. No one ever wanted to go into the basement. There were scary crawl spaces down there and it was always cold, even when it was a hundred degrees outside. It's still the family home, still creepy and I'm only a smidge still freaked out by the basement.
We have a dog and a cat. Their names are Jackson and Jack (respectively). No, we aren't trying to be clever or anything. We named the dog as a puppy and then adopted an adult cat who's name happened to be Jack. To be honest I'd have done it anyway, I love the names. Still not clever. Just boring…
- Joined January 4, 2007