This is what my bathroom often looks like, because I have small children who think that towels are magnetically attracted to towel racks and if you just drop the towel on the floor it will zoom up all on its own.
But my house isn't for sale. And if it were, I would take TEN FREAKIN' SECONDS and hang the towel back up myself and not include it in the listing for Jennifer to find and send to... um... me? Sorry, I've confused myself.
This intriguing marketing plan was found by Tim. If you look closely in the living room, you might see another topless person... or maybe I need new glasses.
Please tell me the giant box labeled "PESTICIDE" (I think) stays...
Shauna found the trio, Roy found the pair, and I found the singleton. I like dogs just fine, but "Dogs lived here!" isn't a selling point. Trust me on this one. Two big dogs were living in my house before I moved in, and... well, we made sure we didn't go barefoot in the yard for a surprisingly long time.
This practical layout was found by Linnee, who points out that you can "do a load of laundry, take a seat, and... er... read." Me, I think the washing machine got lonely and wandered into the bathroom for a chat.
P.S. This photo was also in the listing, captioned "Under renovation." I think that's a bit cruel.
It's so romantic. The candlesticks are finally getting married. Oh, I'm all choked up... thank you, Meghan, for letting us know of this touching scene.
(MLS 1512516.)
