Dum de dum de dum...

Oh, hi, honey. Nope, just taking some photos. No need to get up. I'm not selling the house or anything. Gotta go!

C'mon, lamp! Come with us!

Off to celebrate the 4th of July, the chairs march out of the room.

"FHA rehabilitation loan is adviseable on this property."

And with this loan, you can fix this... uh... corner? Floating ceiling? Interior? Exterior? I have no idea.

I LOVE YOU TINA

Know what's lovely? Suddenly finding a whole bunch of people who are just as nosy as you are. Thank you, Metafilter!

An example of this excellence: in a comment for one of my old posts, becca jo pointed out the photo above. How could I have missed it and all its romantic glory?

PLEASE "CLEAN" THE SINK WHEN YOU ARE "DONE"

It's so easy to imagine myself living here with housemates who never clean and who I leave passive-aggressive notes for and secretly resent and then I move out and grow up and yet still fume about years later and...

Major selling point: trash can lids.

Aw -- it looks just like my place.

(In my defense: we were having the floors redone in the bedrooms and living room, so everything from those rooms had to fit into the family room. That's why it looked like that. No, really. And we're going to move the stuff back out to where it belongs any day now.)

It's a golden housing-market

Half a million. HALF A MILLION! Half a million bucks they're asking, and they can't be bothered to flush?