Entrepreneurial Chicken
Apple Shrine
Pillow Doghouse
Monster
Sometimes I think my ancestors robbed a passing wagon train in the 1850s and have decorated using the plunder ever since. I'm not making fun of anyone, of course. I just find all this stuff amazing. Like, if you asked me where to get a wicker chicken, I wouldn't have the slightest idea. Or at least I wouldn't have before. Now I know: my new apartment.
And thanks to the Randian spirit of my new roommate/business partner/chicken, I've already reserved the URL for my Houston-based apartment listing website: Realty Bits.
Okay, very little of that is true.
Taken out of context, our parents' belongings are simultaneously hilarious and terrifying. Kind of like that place out in western Kansas, the Garden of Eden.
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