I may have caressed the new wall and whimpered a bit. But you can't prove it.
The Hubs and I also hashed over the configuration of the basement laundry room... again, lamented a poor choice on our part in the kitchen, and discussed what the shelves built into the half-wall between living and dining rooms will be like. Even at this late stage, we're still designing the house! I have a feeling we'll be making design decisions until we die.
In that house.
Because: once I move in, I am NEVER EVER moving out. Of my own accord. I may never even leave. Consider this my two-week notice.
Just kidding. Kind of.
Here's a shot of The Lake to distract you from my obvious lack of sanity:
And The House wanted to play peek-a-boo:
I see you!