So we have finally moved into our new townhouse. It feels like home. We have been decorating and trying to organize everything in our spare time. On Saturday, (2/2/13) we decided that we would start trying to hang some things on the wall. J asked me to wait for him to hang them because at our last place I murdered the walls with holes. The past tenants left a few holes; therefore, we decided to just use some of those spots to hang things. The first nail went in with no problem. The second nail...hit something hard. J removed the nail and water started coming out of it. My first thought was that we had a secret water stash behind our wall. Turns out we hit a pipe!! So we called our landlord and her plumber husband came to the rescue. We watched as he used a saw to cut a HUGE hole in our wall. I wanted to cry. J just sat there laughing. He was trying so hard not to laugh that it made me crack up as well. That's why I married the guy.
After the hole incident, we decided to go to our favorite park. We seem to always make it to our park one hour before it closes. J and I usually spend our time walking the trails or exploring. This time we found out that the park has a dog park. A dog's dream of a place. It made my dog hunger come back. (desire to own a dog...not eat one). Overall, my Saturday with J was quit the adventure.