The Odd and Fabulous

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

House Stalking - 12

It's been a few weeks since my last post.  Moving is hell.  Especially with 3 year old twins. 

We've moved into the house we'll be renting for the 18 months, but we're still living out of boxes.  Hubs has a PhD.  He didn't label ONE BOX. 

Me: Honey, Where's the silverware? 
Hubs: It's over in that pile of boxes (gesturing in some general direction)... somewhere.

So, here is what I've accumulated in the past couple of weeks:


This is just what I want to see when I go to the bathroom... something to scare the $#!% out of me.

 This room speaks for it's self

This wins "Weirdest Shower Head"

 And in this room, the prison cell.  Er, I mean, guest room.

 Mom, it IS clean!!!  GAH.

 I feel like this house should be wearing an eye patch.

We have all seen it 1000 times in the movies and TV. Someone is bathing in a bathtub, and the villain drops an electrical appliance into the tub. The result: Large electrical arcs spew from their body with lots of sparks, convulsions and smoke...and one dead starlet. It's nice that this owner supplies a TV in just the right place.

This kitchen island looks like a slice of bread.

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