There's a safe in our basement! It's really old and we don't have the combination and I'm dying to know what's inside. Don is sure that it is empty, but I'm banking on rubies and maybe some severed heads. I bet a gangster totally owned our house in the 20's.
The basement stairwell is lined with old wine crates. I'm still trying to decide if Pigeon Zinfandel would be delicious or pigeony.
And super fun discovery - our exterior walls on the first floor have zero insulation!!!