and how it looked, well, at least how the living room looked when i left tonight.
it hasn't turned into the money pit. yet. and for that i am grateful. not like i have alot of money to throw into the pit anyway, even if it was.
the look of the living room, with the gleaming white concrete floors are pretty much the flavour of what i am aiming to do throughout.
this last pic is of the fabulous patio. one of the reasons i bought the house. that and the fact that it's built like a fucking sherman tank.
oh, did i mention there is a rooster living in the giant magnolia tree in my front yard? imagine: a cock. in my magnolia. it sounds like that is code for something a little more sexually oriented, and lordy, how i wish it was. but it's not. i swear.
in the background::annie lennox:legend in my living room
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