Milly’s brother Rico bought a small house in our little hometown and offered us a place to stay until our house is ready for us to move in. It’s around 1100 square feet and really what we imagined when we started building our house. I’m kind of embarrassed to say that somehow we more than doubled the size in the building process. Here are a few pictures of the place the first night we got into the place. Molly seems to be falling out of the bed heading for Polly. Still have lots of boxes and stuff all over. We unloaded our storage unit and found we still have a heap of stuff we need to get rid of. Milly is so happy she is dancing in the kitchen. We are missing screws to attach the legs to our table. I guess after a year and two moves we should just break down and buy some dang screws. This place is like 70 years old but is in super good condition. The same guy has pretty well lived in this place for the past 70 years. There’s something to be said about the older generation and the way they did/still do things. I doubt many houses built now a days will be around for 70 years. Now we need to get fencing in place and move the farm animals down to the place. I’ve always wanted to be involved with a cattle drive. Does shooing three cows down the middle of the street count as a cattle drive?