I can't even begin to describe my house. It's so freaking weird sometimes. For instance - we've moved all the furniture and are patching holes in the walls and we notice a box in the drywall behind the couch.
There used to be a window there. Shut the front door. Someone took OUT a window? Who does this? I imagine the conversation in their head went something like this -
"You know what's pissing me off, Self?
(What?)
All this damn sunlight. It's cheerful and obnoxious. I can't stand it.
(I AGREE! Sunlight is for happy people. We're depressing and morbid.. Lets do something about that.)
YES! Let's cover up that damn window and make it darker in here.
(Cue the drywall)
Then we thought - how much do you want to bet that that window is still behind the drywall? It wouldn't surprise us. But then, neither of us really wanted to find out.. Some things are better left unknown.
I used my baby photo shop skills to bring you this - a pretty purple outline of where the window was (still is?)
So, after the ceiling and walls were done.. we put the couch back, hung up a picture, and went on with our lives. It's called picking your battles and the house won. This time.
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