A sliver of sunlight, a pillow for your back, and your stories. Life is perfect.

Let me just go get a baggie.

If I can reach a beer from the toilet all my needs are met.

Damn girl, you're looking sleek as hell today! Mind if I browse for a bit?

Strum a tune while you do (super short) laps.

I hope these photoshopped gents are getting paid an awful lot to hold all your knick knacks.

I've worked up quite an appetite swimming laps. What's for dinner?

If only all signals could be made so bluntly.

Yes, the Queen of England spent her childhood playing in a little house nearly the size of my adult home.

Clutching her beloved Raggedy Ann doll and whispering a tearful farewell, Chair stepped off the balcony. Neglected since the family got a new grill and upscale outdoor seating, Chair felt her days of usefulness were over. Thankfully the landlord righted her and gave her new life as patio seating.

Those sad lightbulbs look like they're trying to tie nooses to hang themselves more efficiently.

If I can get across the scary bridge and up the rickety stairs to bed it will be a real relief and I'll need some serious sleep.

At least he keeps the neighborhood cats from fighting. By eating them.

The energy being spent on these tiny AC units can't cost less than a building system. Silly developers.

Nope, I don't think I'll be keeping my books that close to a bidet. Ever. Nope.

It's like the Winchester Mystery House on a budget!