But other lands have Chair, too, and arrows

Chair's Finnish trip, as found by Sanna, continues.

What do you see in the top picture? A butterfly? Interesting, interesting... and in the bottom picture, what's that? Oh, no reason, I'm just curious...
(Found by Cindy.)

Readers will be happy to know that Sanna found Chair relaxing in Finland. Take it easy, Chair, but you might want to stay out of the sauna.

Poor Fluffy. I still remember that day, when he got caught in the Great Molasses Spill of 2009. The oil drum ruptured and syrup covered the land as far as the eye could see, ever-so-slowly carrying Fluffy away over the cliff.
Fluffy was a good... um... cat? dog? dat? cog? Anyway, we'll all miss him.

Monica found Chair either dead or passed out drunk. Is it time for an intervention? We could trick Chair into going to the local garden supply store...
"Come with me, Treadmill!" said Chair. "We were meant to be together. Just spin, spin, spin your belt and roll out the door! Green pastures are waiting for us. Come, Treadmill, my darling, come!"
(Found by Tami.)
(This blog makes less and less sense with every passing day.)

What's this Emil found? Why, it's Sweden! A map is helpfully included in the listing, for all the people who are considering buying Sweden but don't know what the country actually looks like:
Isn't that helpful?
But I'm a bit confused. I've spent a lot of time in that part of the world, and I'm pretty certain that's Latvia, not Cafe. Maybe things have changed since I was last there. It's probably some new EU regulation. But anyway. Act now and we'll throw in one bonus Puget Sound!

From cedric-from-belgium, it's It's Lovely's first (as far as I recall) Not Safe For Work listing! I've added a modesty Chair to the photo, but clicking on the listing link will reveal far, far more than one expects to be revealed in a real estate listing -- at least more than I expect, with my uptight American ways.
You sit there:
And I'll sit here.
Now it's a party. Whee. Thanks to Kelly for finding the wild scene. Yippee. Let's celebrate "True related living," whatever that is, since it's important enough that the real estate agent mentioned it three times.
Behold the glory that is THE MUG:
Mr. Zarquon made this after doing serious, soul-draining research into the world of real estate swag. Note the misused quotation marks! The meaningless slogans! The lovely portrait of the real estate agent Chair! What does it all mean? Nobody knows. Perfect for confusing your coworkers. Yours for just $14.95.

No, really. This is the actual view. It says so right there. This apartment, found by Emily, is in Philadelphia's '80s Collage neighborhood -- and trust me, you'd rather live there than in Decoupageville.

Sometimes I feel guilty that my kids are on the Doughy Cheeseball Diet. But then I see what other people are feeding their children, and suddenly I don't feel like such a negligent parent.

I've had family dinners like that, too.

You might not get to know them, but your neighbors will certainly get to know you...
Somehow I missed this in the Preparedness Plan house. I think it works well with the theme, though. You never know when you'll need to flee the house -- or when you'll need to rush in from the yard.

"What's wrong with this photo?" you ask. "It looks like a perfectly nice house to me." Well, I agree. There's nothing wrong with the photo. I'm cheating. It's just that... well, you see the driveway? I can't help but wonder what it's connected to, as the listing makes one thing very clear: "THERE IS NO LEGAL ACCESS TO THIS PROPERTY IT IS LAND LOCKED."
(via #mefi.)

Heather found this under-the-weather listing. Get well soon! And please please please, aim for the bucket...