I've been searching everywhere for that all-important knee-level lighting.
This is how I imagine rich aging rockers decorate their lavish retirement villas.
My architect is also my dentist. I got a discount.
A television in the kitchen seems like a good idea, just maybe not so close to the sink.
Dude it's awesome, I can work out, perfect my hustle and relieve myself all in one room! Why would I ever leave?
Honey, why do we let all these savages camp out in our bathroom?
Come back, I need to wash my hands!
Think of all the time you'll spend scrubbing toothpaste off that thing.