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
October 19, 2013 at 7:27 PM
Tiffany said…
See I knew it! lol. Slum lords don't care about leaky taps or insulation!
October 21, 2013 at 12:34 PM
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