The doe stared at Mo's chair confused, not realizing they'd arrived early. My ceramic woodland creature marriage proposal flash mob was ruined.
"Add some texture," Mo said. Dining set made of poop. Texture, check.
Built-in cabinets, where I file away the things I own that are in color.
Does my ass look big in this chair?
The concrete pillar divides the room between @It's Just Mo's half (furniture) and @Whitney Hall's half (books). The pillar itself is mine.
Mo ran so fast, she was just a blur.
It's all . . . ummm . . . square. So it must be pretty, right?
Beth and I decided to knock out some walls to open up the space. Take advantage of the light. So now Mo has to pee in a bucket. That's why we got the lamp.
"Sit outside, Beth. Alone. Face the other way. I can't even look at you."
The dog protects my family from intruders, mice, and any chance of hanging portraits on the wall.