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:
Enjoy!
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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