Peter had some pretty wild times in the house before the Frannie invasion. It was a rental for a while, then the ultimate bachelor pad. I affectionately referred to the house as Playboy Pete's Place.
You were always greeted with a porch full of friends, especially on Friday afternoons.
All of the walls were white and the doorway was cluttered with ski, golf, or kayak equipment- depending on the season.
When I moved in, I didn't want to make too many changes, but hey, I'm a girl and I just wanted to add some "female touches". And so, the saga begins.
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