Fussball in the Dank

With our guests departing, and Raya going away for another week of camp, you'd think life at the Shack would be dull and boring. Well, it almost was, until we decided to make good use of our fussball table.

Back story: quite awhile ago (while we were still living at our beloved non-Shack), Dad found an old fussball table with no legs sitting in someone's garbage when he and Raya were out for a walk at night. Being the person he is, he of course picked it up and carried it home. Only yesterday did we finally make it some legs, and it now resides in our basement, which we affectionately call "the Dank".

Now Dad and I both spend a lot more time in the Dank than we would probably like to, because we have a fussball table down there! In the interest of "friendly" competition I have created a tally of games won. So far I am ahead 3-2.

We put up a few posters in the room as well, and I have taken to transporting my guitar amp down there and plugging my mp3 player into it so we can have music as we play. It's quite fun.

Otherwise, Shack life continues on about as normally as possible. Incidentally, I believe this is my tenth blog post so far. Celebrations!