Ahhhh, how soothing. Spines facing out, not organized by color, not stacked in a fireplace. Now if only there were comfortable and visible furniture to sit on and read.
Can you read time backwards? How badly do you want to know the time?
When Junior gets fussy he gets the scary swing.
I'd personally prefer to have the window to my back for light's sake, but everything else about this is perfect. Even the dog.
HEY ROCK, YOU MAKE A BETTER DOOR THAN A WINDOW! MOVE IT!
Bed has become Deathbed and Chair is ever at Deathbed's bedside. Such a sweet companion to the end.
Who needs electricity? Let's just all stay in one room and warm ourselves with cuddling and candle wax.
Privacy is overrated. I'm already tweeting and Facebooking everything I consume and observe, might as well invite the neighbors to watch TV with me.