OK, actually it isn't a thatched tiki hut... but I thought it was when I first glanced at this photo. (I do not mock! I love! Imagine how good it must smell inside. I do wonder what it looks like the rest of the year, though.)
Does the dog come with the house? Does the sofa? If not, why is there a photo of them -- a photo that shows nothing about the house?
I take it back. It does show something about the house. Something about what to expect if you go visit it. But perhaps this is something that the seller should consider not advertising.
This kitchen seems to have been tiled with Zots.
This is how my house looks today. Really.
It's the first week of summer vacation, so me, my kids, and my husband are actually going to try to spend some time together. If there's a delay in my approving comments or replying to e-mails, please don't take it personally; I'm just off drinking a Tom Collins and teaching my preschooler how to shoot skeet.
I know this neighborhood well. It is not a dark and foreboding tropical island. It is not run by the Dharma Initiative. At least I don't think it is.
Pull your skirt up over your head while you're at it, will you?
I bet they felt so stupid when they realized they'd put the shingles on the wrong side of the roof.
Eeeek! It's another carpeted kitchen!
...At least I hope it is. Because if that isn't carpeting, it's very, very furry linoleum.
I wonder how many cats were in the photos they didn't use?
Spooooky chair dressed up like a ghooooost.... (but we know it's not a vampire chair because we can see its reflection).
The listing includes this line: "In 2001, the owners had a vision for this waterfront beauty w/ inspiration from the artist, Thomas Kinkade." I'm more of a Vladimir Tretchikoff gal, myself, but I try not to let it influence me too much.
Your subliminal tricks will not work on me! This is not the same old place that I laughed about!
Just shove all the crap over to one side so it doesn't show in the photo. It would take five minutes, tops.
It's another staging gone wrong! In an attempt to get that Pottery Barn look so beloved by stagers, someone has... tied twine around the towels?
Is it just my vertigo acting up, or does this room defy the laws of space and time?
