This might give you a closer glimpse into my psyche than necessary, but...
...I'm going to go ahead and post these anyway.
Yesterday afternoon, Josh and I went to my father's house, where we did what we pretty much always do when we go to my father's house:
The next morning, while skulking around the backyard, I checked out our old (and now, somewhat dilapidated) playhouse:
Upon a closer examination, I discovered that my father's tenant (who has been there for almost my entire life) has been slowly transforming it into a HORROR MOVIE LAIR:
O.o O.o O.o
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN??