The rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving both me and my mom steadily toward peeing our pants.

But the real interesting stuff is in the cellar and the attic.

We have the best rats in town!

If something bad smells in the basement, it will eventually make its way to the attic.

Too bad Americans can’t export Awesome, because I have boxes and boxes of the stuff just lying around in my attic.

My attic is the size of a can of cat food, only filled with more meows and not as tasty. So you see, I have nowhere to store all my love but in your heart.

You don’t paint pictures to put them in your attic. You want people to look at them.