Somebody call Ron Burgundy, things are about to get pretty steamy 'round here!

OMP YOU GUYS!

There's a little secret I've been keeping about the Punk Rock Farm. I know I mentioned it in passing here or there, but I haven't actually come out and bragged said that we have a Hot Tub Room.

We do. We have a whole entire room off of our bedroom that has skylights, is paneled in pine, and houses what we thought was going to be bad 70's jacuzzi. The previous tenant told us the pump is broken (it's not, we just turned it on) -- plus he left the room a hot mess. Newspaper taped to the sliding glass door. The doorway to the hot tub room covered in an ugly old wool blanket and cardboard. Crap on the floor. . .

Now Pedro talked about moving the hot tub out and making the room my studio. And basically since we have been so busy since moving in . . . we haven't perused it all too much. Until today. Pedro went in there, cleaned off the lid and using the pully-rope rigged to the ceiling to lift the lid --

CHECK. THIS. OUT. . .




 It's gorgeous! And has a lougne chair in it. A LOUNGE CHAIR PEOPLE.

ANNNNNNNNNND if a hot tub room isn't cool enough on it's own . . .

Check out the swank lamp we never did see from the angle of the sliding glass door.

So Pedro is already filling our tub up. We're going heat that baby up and soak! Woooohoooooo! Even Ron Burgundy would be jealous . . .