And he blew the house down...

So from the day we moved in, Mr. Hall was adament about one thing; the play house was not going to stay. The poor little porch attached to the front of the play house didn't even make the first 12 hours.

Now I'm not entirely sure what his true issue was with the play house, but he'll tell you it had to do with all the nails sticking out. Apparently these nails were extremely 'unsafe' for all of these children we have running around our back yard. Yep, so many kids.

So while Mr. Hall would not comment further on the play house, this I can tell you:

I never once stepped foot into the play house.
It was quite the eye sore.
It took up a corner of our back yard.

This is what the play house looked like Saturday morning.

Playhouse Before...

Yep, that's her.

Rather, that was her.

Early afternoon this is what she looked like.

The big, bad wold came...

And after 3 trips to the dump, this is what's left of her.

Just a pile of wet soil now.

So that's that.

After my last post, Mr. Hall said I made him sound like the laziest bum so I want to be sure to give him entire credit for this project. Yep, all him. Not even one power tool - unless you consider his mp3 player. Just one man, a sledgehammer, and a crowbar. Thanks Mr. Hall!

So after all is said and done, this has really 'opened' up our yard, but I think we'll be finding nails in our lawn forever. I don't know what the deal is with the previous home owner but I think he had a particular affinity to nailing things. Anything. There are randomly place nails everywhere.

I think I have a brother and a father with a particular affinity for their metal detector - maybe one of them will let me borrow theirs.