. . .isn’t in the middle of our street, but it is purdy:
Living room into hallway. Dig the arches.
Still the damn living room. (Note Brando Bear in corner.)
Blah, living, blah, room, blah.
So you get it, right?
OK, enough of this. Let’s take a mask from the ancient gallery and walk on down the hall.
Blurrily, blurrily, blurrily, blurrily, life is but a. . .
Ooh, what’s this? A sitting room!
Like Lot’s wife, we’ll take a quick look back. . .
This room looks intriguing. . .
A music studio!
Yup. This is some nice digs.
Brooke’s got a room of her own, too. (With a spare bed, even!)
Brando likes hanging out at Brooke’s desk. It makes him feel important.
Red room! Red room!
Taking a break from BirdTV.
Who woke Princess Nadja?
I’m Cornelius, the Maine Coon. I badly want to eat this hamster.
Family. Isn’t it about. . . time?