I have to officially admit that i LOVE our house.
And it's not just the horsies and spatulas on our chrissy tree or the egg chair or retro couch or accumulation of humble crap or the lace curtain blowing in the wind. It's great because it comes with a special tart.
We bicquer but at the end of the day it's all good and Shoeberry's here to rescue us from our troubles. We love him.
There's no place like home.
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oh my i love you. sometimes i even love to hate you. i say this from my room, as you are in yours. such social citizens we are. i wouldn't have this any other way. i am truly happy here. i love our home and our pet, fred, completes it. i'll love you even more if you make friends with a neighbour who owns a whipper snipper. if he's a hunk, the love factor will rise significantly.
love you tarteh. x
That's so cute. :)
As you both might say, "Bless." :)
that house is truly a keeper....it's occupants are too! X
this is very adorable as are you two.
shoeberry and i both agree that you should come home and bake. yeah.
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