The Crazy Architect

Whodunit? The Crazy Architect.

But don't count on me figuring it out... I'd never make a good detective. An architect, maybe. When I was young, countless hours of playing with legos inspired me to want to design homes. But never would I have dreamt up this bizarre creation:



Do you feel like this is Highlights magazine and your searching for "What's wrong with this picture?" If you haven't found it, look closer at the roof on the darker brown house... What's up with that?! It's not real! Just a facade. I can only imagine why somebody would do that. Did the owners not have enough money for a full roof? Did they all of a sudden get jealous of the Jones' big red roof that they felt the need to keep up?

As I said, I'd never fill Columbo's shoes. Not even Mr. Monks... Isn't it funny how you can walk by something everyday and just all of a sudden out of the blue notice it? Or maybe you don't... That's me assuming. Again, probably not a great detective skill.

I guess I'll still be headed back to the day job first thing next week... right past Crazy House.