Then I realized that "Libby House" is my new favorite thing, and I think I might want to name my first daughter Libby and also any female pets we might have and any soap opera character I soon create.
This brings us to the topic du jour, so here you are: welcome to the Libby House and also we have a no-shoes rule, because I've always hated when people seem to have arbitrary house rules so now that I can, I am going to have as many as it takes to annoy you. You also may not use the word "refrigerator" and you have to SHUT UP AND LISTEN RIGHT NOW when I put Celine Dion on the stereo.
Den. Man that cat sleeps everywhere.
Looking outside from the bedroom doors
Bedroom doors. If you're not there yet, the word we're looking for is "I'M JEALOUS OF YOU MARIA." I know, Ohio people. That's why I took all these "french door" shots.
Please play with me? (Also: don't mourn the dead grass. That's what happens in AZ winters, we're told. It will come back.)