

The house is split down the middle (literally) and we got the tour of Eileen's side. If I was a 70 year old woman, this would be exactly what I would want my house to look like. Perfect. Laura agreed.

This creepy doll was the only thing I'd have to probably have to get rid of. I'd lie awake at night wondering when it was going to finally smother me in my sleep.

Susie & Eileen took us out to eat at their local dive bar/restaurant/hotel called, The Hotel. Laura had the Georgie Porgie & I had a plate of pesto linguini. Quite delicious. Here's the snapshots I was able to sneak of our hosts. I got the feeling they don't like having any photographic evidence.


Good news is, now we know where they live, about half an hour over the mountain. We plan on going over to shovel up some horse crap. We need it. Really.
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