(insert sulky "vroom" sound here)

Bad vacuum cleaners! Go stand in the corner. And you, and you. Time outs for all of you!
(LadyCiani found these time-outers.)

Bad vacuum cleaners! Go stand in the corner. And you, and you. Time outs for all of you!
(LadyCiani found these time-outers.)

I'm cheating here. This isn't really a poorly chosen photo, as there's no way to take a decent photo of a kitchen in this condition. But here it is, anyway, because they're my editorial guidelines and I can ignore them if I want to. I'm drunk with power!
Found by Roy.

"Please forgive me," says the computer monitor, holding out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. But no, the unidentifiable piece of furniture is still mad.

Look, I've been to Australia, and I can vouch for it. It really exists. I'm reasonably certain that is not just a movie set. And yet, based on the listing that Kate found, I find myself wondering...

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.