Every night it's like a flock of fairies sing me to sleep. Ahhhh, soothing.
Just don't let them float out an open window; you'll be left in a dark place indeed.
These people clearly know how to have a good time. I'm moving in.
Careful or you'll get pelted with frozen turkeys during the day.
There's got to be a house in there somewhere, right?
Come on, can you really fault neighbors who love Pomplamousse and Angry Birds? Yes, yes you can.
I'd embrace a tiny sleeping space much more easily if it had it's own theme and cool color scheme.
I know there's something I'm supposed to do today around this time. Maybe if I turn on the lights I'll remember.