The building inspector came today to look at our addition. The good news is, he thinks it’s coming along swimmingly, and he gave us the go-ahead to get started on the plumbing and insulation. The bad news is, he looked at the other wing of the house—with its wall-to-wall carpet of Moon Sand, a river of Juicy Juice from Anna’s spill-proof cup and tumbleweeds of stuffing yanked savagely from Anna’s beloved Build-a-Bunny—and declared it uninhabitable. Anyone in need of five free-loading roommates and their two bunny-mauling dogs?