YOUR DAD IS MY HERO

I’m a couple decades past 13 and I have to walk around museums with my hands behind my back. I want to touch everything. I fully admit though that I can’t walk by the 43 foot tall Chihuly icicle tree at the Boston MFA without poking it.

That specific request for a yellow sun room could be an interesting study in how much a real estate agent will put up with before they snap.

Such a PITA. Random non-coordinating tiles would drive me bonkers.

I imagine a lot of people are going to want bright colors and bold patterns because white kitchens and bathrooms are associated with what’s in grandma’s house.

“Yes, mom. I show my wife the same tenderness that I’m showing the turkey. Now stop doing that with the baster, please.”

Me too.

Dr. Ruth works sex into the most mundane topics imaginable, yet there wasn’t a single sexual reference in that post. I’m worried she’s been hacked.

So. Much. Shag. That bathroom was definitely the result of a psychedelic fueled fever dream. At least she could afford to have it steam cleaned weekly.

but it goes so well with this

But I just love dusting my kitchen appliances and occasional use dishware!

Yeah. I have a cousin who married a pastor from bible-literal branch of Christianity. I love her family dearly. I just hate that feeling of having to sensor myself when they’re around and that they believe some terrible things about who I am fundamentally.

Me too. I want to like them, but knowing that there are some extremely conservative beliefs behind their warm, loving, approachable personas makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

“Gigantic clocks: Why no room is complete without one.”

Thanks!

I thing this is one of the most disturbing thing I have ever seen.

I hate that I’m only learning of her name posthumously.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Extraordinary!

Excellent effort!