House Sweet House
No house is a home until you add your own personal touch to it. Right now, me and Stupid are settling in to our new house and adding HER own personal touch to it. Apparently, everything mine... sucks.
Her Stupidness picked out a multi-colored couch because she says it'll match well with anything. I say, it will match well with nothing. You can't toss up a set of blue window curtains just because your sofa has a few specks of blue in it. It just doesn't work that way. And I'll be damned if I'm ever gonna trade in my favorite black recliner for a flower patched version simply because it better compliments the look of her Disney Land, rainbow bright, glow in the dark, seizure inducing love seat.
The Queen of Blonds also purchased a few pictures to decorate our walls with. One of them being a painting of a shelf with various jars and fruits on it. We already have a shelf. I don't need anybody to draw one for me. Meanwhile, I own the most amazing picture of a water buffalo wearing a top hat, and she refuses to let me take it out of the closet. This whole thing just boggles my mind.
And then there's her figurines... everywhere. She's got angels holding flowers, little country folk carrying baskets of apples, and some fucking indian chick that looks like she's putting a curse on me everytime I walk in the front door. But where's my dancing sumo wrestler, you ask? Well, it's in the closet of course... right next to my top hat wearing water buffalo.
Sometimes I think that me and my ol' lady would be better off as neighbors.
Her Stupidness picked out a multi-colored couch because she says it'll match well with anything. I say, it will match well with nothing. You can't toss up a set of blue window curtains just because your sofa has a few specks of blue in it. It just doesn't work that way. And I'll be damned if I'm ever gonna trade in my favorite black recliner for a flower patched version simply because it better compliments the look of her Disney Land, rainbow bright, glow in the dark, seizure inducing love seat.
The Queen of Blonds also purchased a few pictures to decorate our walls with. One of them being a painting of a shelf with various jars and fruits on it. We already have a shelf. I don't need anybody to draw one for me. Meanwhile, I own the most amazing picture of a water buffalo wearing a top hat, and she refuses to let me take it out of the closet. This whole thing just boggles my mind.
And then there's her figurines... everywhere. She's got angels holding flowers, little country folk carrying baskets of apples, and some fucking indian chick that looks like she's putting a curse on me everytime I walk in the front door. But where's my dancing sumo wrestler, you ask? Well, it's in the closet of course... right next to my top hat wearing water buffalo.
Sometimes I think that me and my ol' lady would be better off as neighbors.