Mom & Dad went away on a three-week vacation, and left me to care for the two parrots, one cat, two businesses, the architectural committee for the neighborhood and best of all - the renovation of the dining room and the master bathroom. These pictures are the photographic evidence of my own personal nightmare. They owe me, big time, baby.
I think they had to cut off more of Mom's "favorite branches."
He's got some kind of harness on, right?
And lo, the angel came down from heaven, and spoke unto me, "Can you open the garage door for us?"
The view, from poolside.
This would have made a really cool treehouse.
Framework for the second floor.
It's not the *size* of ladder that matters...
