At least the lid is down.

Eric found this delightful house. There's so much that's wrong here -- the photo itself, the door (wall?) blocking the way, the walls which are... um... melting?

Eric found this delightful house. There's so much that's wrong here -- the photo itself, the door (wall?) blocking the way, the walls which are... um... melting?

According to the listing, this is a "FUSSY ENCLOSED BACK YARD."

Shhh. Don't wake him up. I have a funny surprise for him after his nap. I'm selling the house, tee hee hee!

By moving into a pre-stickered, pre-fingerprinted, pre-scrawled upon house, you save the time it would take to do it yourself.

I would be unable to resist playing Don't Let Your Feet Touch The Burning-Hot Lava if I visited this house. And then I would be kicked out, because -- and I'm good at reading subtle signs like this -- I have a feeling that the owners aren't really "Go ahead and roughhouse, kids!" people.
Thanks, Maura.