Here's How It Went Down

Mike and I followed Joe, our realtor, to the third house we were looking at on a whirlwind tour this morning.  As we pull up, I stare at the backyard of the house cady-corner to the one we're there to see.

"Mike."
"Kendra?"
"Is that a TeePee?"
". . ."
". . ."
"Yep."
"Huh."
"Yeah."
"I need a picture of that."

*CLICK*

On a separate note: while that wasn't the house of our dreams, the next one was.  It backs to open space.

No TeePees.