Man, this room was made for kids to play Lifeboat on. Don't let your feet touch the carpet! No, really, I mean it, don't let your feet touch the carpet. Not because you're playing Lifeboat, but because the dust bunnies will leap out and kill us all.
Mary the Nebraska Realtor has found another doozy. Incapable of picking which photo is my favorite, I choose them all.
"Why does this keep getting taken down?" Why? Why is The Man keeping Angela down?
Since people I know in real life read this blog (or at least humor me by saying they do when I tug on their sleeves), I will not admit to being familiar with "Jon & Kate Plus 8". However, if I had ever watched that show late at night when I couldn't sleep and my God it's fascinating hoooo boy what with all the sippy cups and the chaos and the nervous breakdowns peeking over the horizon... anyway... when I got an e-mail from steph saying this was their house, I might've been particularly happy about seeing the listing.
But it's driving me absolutely nuts that I can't read these notes.
Edit: OK, some of you think those are Bible verses. I say you're loony. If you had eight kids and a TV crew running around your house, would you need Bible verses to look at while you brushed your teeth? Heck no. You'd need much more practical reminders. I think, if I squint, I can just make out what they say:
- THE SCHOOL BUS COMES AT 7:45 AM
- MILK, BREAD, APPLES, TOILET PAPER
- OUR KIDS NAMES ARE: CARA, ALEXIS, COLIN, HUNTER, GATHERER, MANNY, MO, JACK
- FIRST BRA, THEN SHIRT
I HAVE TO TAKE THE PHOTOS NOW
NO TIME TO WAIT FOR YOU GUYS TO GET OUT OF THE WAY
NO TIME TO TURN 90 DEGREES AND POINT THE CAMERA IN ANOTHER DIRECTION
NOW NOW NOW
(Found by Cecile. Once again I have a "I think someone else sent me this, but what did I do with it?" sensation.)
There's something about this listing that makes me feel... sad. A bit down in the dumps. Mildly unhappy. No, that's not it... melancholy? My hopes have been unfulfilled. :( . Things just don't feel right. I'm feeling the pressure of the times. I'm gloomy. I'm as melancholy as a gib cat, as grave as a mustard pot. Looking at the photo just makes me feel...
Nope, can't come up with the word, sorry.
Found by Mr. Zarquon on Magnolia Voice.
I'm moving to Thailand! I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something in this listing Tristan found that made me think I'd be really happy to live there!
