Rear Window

As we were synchronized commuting yesterday, Woody told me that he had been keeping a secret from me. I asked him if it involved the giant vat of Vaseline in the crawl space or the 40" waist hoop skirt I found under the bed. He said, this time, no.

When I got home I lurched around the house in my work shoes horking down Sun Chips and looking for the surprise. No sign of it. Woody pulled up and stood looking at the back of the house grinning. This is why...

We have a rear window! Let the Hitchcock references begin. From the second floor it looks like this:

This area will eventually be a nice sunny office for the both of us. It has perfect napping sunlight, no?