I had a couple of friends over for dinner and borrowed a camera to take some pictures. I got a new couch today, so they aren't 100% accurate, but you will get the picture (pun intended).
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Outside my house. My laundry room and motorbike |
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My living room and old couch and chairs |
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The Kitchen...sort of. |
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Guest Room |
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My Room |
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From the front door looking in. Glass door on the left is the kitchen, then my room, then guest room on the right |
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My effort to smash the fluff out of the pillows-they are extra poofy |
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The unwanted house guest I had to chase out. |
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That last picture of the lizard has a funny story. I have seen a bunch of lizards outside of my house and was thankful that they didn't seem to ever be in my house. Today I came home and found this guy in my dining room. I rolled my eyes, thought, "oh great" and started hatching a plan. My first thought was to put a bucket over it and scoop it up and take it outside. Well, he was quick. My second idea was to scoop him into a box (somehow this was a better plan than the bucket). Then I tried to trap him between the bucket and box. At some point I got the broom. I had accomplished all of this without screaming like a little girl and was thinking about how proud my mom would be of me for not being scared of a little lizard. I finally got him into the box, picked it up and started to the front door. I made it 3 steps before he poked his little head out of the box. At that point, I screamed. My neighbors, who were outside in their yard stopped talking and I felt ridiculous. I decided that I had tried to get the lizard out nicely for far too long. I decided to sweep him the rest of the way. It worked. I was taking the photo of him when one of my neighbors wandered over and asked me to come over for a drink. They must have thought I was a little traumatized. I politely declined. I can only imagine what they must think of me-a loud scream and then seeing me standing over this lizard with my iPad trying to take a picture...ridiculous. Love, M.
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