The Secret Life of Houses

Instead of heading to DC today, I was home in bed with a migraine. The best dogs evah were keeping vigil by the sick bed and at least 2 visitors dropped by. Which made me think of the secret life of houses. We hardly ever have unexpected visitors when we're home, but apparently this place is grand central on a weekday.

One guy wanted to grind our stump for a $100 and the UPS man left a nifty water bottle with a handle for running (yeah, I'm all geared up now I just need to actually use it). I didn't actually answer the door on either ring of the doorbell, but I wonder if they appreciated the newly planted shrubs (photos pending).