Gee Maria, you may be right! I always thought he was on the ground floor but went up outside to the front door then down into the living room. I don't know about the balcony. It's level with the living room right? Good grief. I've goofed. So, let's PRETEND (grin) he lives on the basement floor with a balcony! I don't know, it looks like being perfect is getting further from reach all the time!! :rolleyes:

It's always such an embarrassment. Having to do away with someone. It's like announcing to the world that you lack the savvy and the finesse to deal with the problem more creatively. I mean, there have been times, naturally, when I've had to have people eliminated, but it's always saddened me. I've always felt like I've let myself down somehow.