It's going to be fairly nice today but then the bottom drops out and we have snow in the 'cast for Thursday. It will be fake, however, so that's good. The coons are now stealing my hard-as-a-rock green tomatoes. The Collie confrontation last night was exciting, to say the least.
My own confrontation with the tiny house drive-by jerk got me to thinking about various tiny places I've lived. Those days a long gone for me now (I hope) but they are still vivid.
TOTD: What was the very first place you lived in by yourself? Was it tiny? Crummy? Scary? In violation of all health codes? :D