|There it is, in construction. You can see the potential.|
You can also see the windows of the neighbors
who squealed like little, pissed-off, noisy, obnoxious
piggies to the Zoning Department.
Look, here's a gif with a tree house in it. I can't help myself. I'll draw something later.
The rules of the city weren't as nice. If it has a roof, it's a no-no. If it's in the side yard, it's a no-no. If it's over 30 inches I think it's a no-no. I am officially confused and pissed off.
It's a tree house for the kid. We built it so a herd of elephants could dance on it. I swear by all the power of Fat Women everywhere. The New York City Rockettes could get down on that thing. Does anyone really think that we would build a tree house that was incapable of supporting our child and possibly visiting children?
|It wasn't like we built this. And|
we could have totally
So then I had to tell Cressy. She was upset. She was really into the tree house. We could build the tree house around back but there aren't trees back there that are good enough for the tree house and the two trees that are, have poison ivy vines on them as thick as my wrist. (Not kidding. HIM just shuddered. HIM is horribly allergic to poison ivy and has to go to the doctor if he just looks at it.)
|Or this. We could have|
With twenty stories.
Cressy would have loved it.
In any case, that side of the house is a big blank gray wall. No windows. Just a chimney. The only people who can see it are the neighbors. I'm thinking big purple flowers on that side with yellow polka-dotted middles. I'm thinking flowers the size of Volkswagen Beetles. It's a BIG wall and there isn't anything illegal about painting your house the color you want it to be.
|This will be on the side of our house facing the neighbors.|