Parking by Officer Murphy

I used to know some guys who had at least 50 bicycles in their apartment. That was in a huge industrial loft, though, not a teeny condo. If I lived in a 566 square foot home, I think I would cut down on my bike collection. But I own more kitchen appliances than can fit on my counter, so who am I to judge?

Dearly beloved contest!

Fill in the blank: These chairs are here ________.

Leave your answer as a comment. The writer of the best (and what do I mean by "best"? I can't rightly say) comment will win a copy of Apartment Therapy Presents: Real Homes, Real People, Hundreds of Design Solutions.

NOTES:

1. You've got a week, so please make your comment(s) before late morning (Pacific time) of Thursday, January 8. EDIT: done!
   
2. I have to hand-approve all comments on this blog because of idiot SEO spammers, so don't worry if your thoughtful entry doesn't show up right away.
3. If the winner lives somewhere that makes it expensive for me to ship a hardback book to them, they might just win the satisfaction of a job well done.
4. This is being done by me, just me, and not any advertisers or companies or rogue states intent on (cue: patriotic music) taking over our beloved democracy through blogs.
5. Make sure you leave some way for me to contact you if you win. If you're posting while logged in with Google or Blogger, that should do it; otherwise, please leave your e-mail address (feel free to munge it).
6. Photo found by Karen.
   

Comes with free case of Lucky Lager

If this were the early nineties? And I was in a grunge band? Even though we mocked the term "grunge," but that was what we were called -- ironically! -- when our show opening for Girl Trouble got reviewed in The Rocket? And we needed cover art our five-song EP, the one our friend was putting out on the record label he runs from his bedroom in Tumwater?

This is totally the look I would go for.

*yawn*

What? You expect me to put the lid down? Pshaw. For a mere $520,000, it really isn't worth my time.

But at least they're germ-free bugs

Bug problem? No, no bug problem. What makes you think this house has a bug problem?


Oh. That. No, that's... a friend's. He left it here. I really ought to get around to getting it back to him. Mmm-hmmm.

Refreshing... and fruity!

Nope, there's nothing wrong with the pool. Why do you ask? Oh, the color? No, no, that's fine. The pool's filled with Midori. It's supposed to be that color. Cheers!

P.S. While making sure that Midori was the green liqueur I was thinking of, I found this recipe on their website. June Bug? Mmmm, beetles. Drinkable beetles. How delightful.

For that van feeling -- but in a house!

Yes! This is exactly what I'm looking for in a house. A big sleeping woman with a wound in her chest that leaks water. That is what the picture is of, right?