Steven's working on my room. Not sure if you can call it a room when it doesn't actually have four walls, but still. One day, it'll be a room. Probably in 80 years when we die and our estate sells it to some slum lord who slaps up some panels and rents it out to the poverty stricken who don't care that the kitchen taps leak.

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Candice said…
Welcome to the house we rent! lol
Tiffany said…
See I knew it! lol. Slum lords don't care about leaky taps or insulation!

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