For once, it's not a chair having a time out.
Naughty stove. Naughty, naughty stove.
(By the way: this listing shows the washer and dryer out on the back porch. I know L.A. has glorious weather -- if you like warm, sunny days and cool, clear nights, pffft -- but really? Washer and dryer outside? Is this a common thing down there? Does it never rain?)
The telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make,
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
What can this sign on the toilet possibly say? I can't think of anything other than "DOES NOT WORK" or "DO NOT USE" or, at a stretch, "WATER NOT TURNED ON -- TOILET NOT FUNCTIONING." These people have managed to go on for nine or ten paragraphs.
Oh, chair, what have you done? Why did Sockempress find you having a time out in the corner?
Well, one minute for each year. We'll see tonight.
*vroom*
Here's a listing! Katt found it! No time to get out of the car -- gotta get to the in-laws before Cousin Barb eats all the cranberry sauce! See ya!
*vroom*
How could you not want to live here? Doesn't this photo make you think of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, kittens playing with balls of yarn, and the family coming together for Thanksgiving?
Yeah, me neither.
What's that? You were getting cold while playing the piano outside? Don't worry -- Hanne found a fireplace to keep you warm.
