Well, it looks like this:
The living room. Don't worry, Mom and Dad. That's not my booze at all. Allegedly, mine was in a bag elsewhere, but nothing can be proved. Interestingly, do you all see the bad around the neck of the whiskey bottle? That's a to go glass of sprite. I'm not making this up.
The bedroom, I've since put on my own sheets and my mattress pad. It's improved the look and sleepability greatly.
My kitchen, which is in a separate building.
My scooter. I have named her Pepper Pots, because the front looks like Ironman. I doubt I'll kill myself on it, so don't worry too much!
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