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If I had a crawl space, I'd tell no one and convert it to a girl cave. Complete with sound, books, a fireplace, a quilt that no dog nor peanut buttered child had trod upon, no big screen tv, candles, a jaccuzzi, NO LAUNDRY ROOM or phone access. the toilet seat shows no signs of misses and never goes up. There's no furniture with crayoned artwork beneath them, no sticky fingerprints, no noseprints on glass, no artwork overdecorating the refrigerator door, no unidentifiable items in the fridge or parts of GI Joes/Barbies in the tub. I'd miss them only until I crawled out and into the real world.
If I didn't keep hitting my head on the beams, I'd consider that.
You just decribed Heaven there.
If I had a crawl space, I'd tell no one and convert it to a girl cave. Complete with sound, books, a fireplace, a quilt that no dog nor peanut buttered child had trod upon, no big screen tv, candles, a jaccuzzi, NO LAUNDRY ROOM or phone access. the toilet seat shows no signs of misses and never goes up. There's no furniture with crayoned artwork beneath them, no sticky fingerprints, no noseprints on glass, no artwork overdecorating the refrigerator door, no unidentifiable items in the fridge or parts of GI Joes/Barbies in the tub. I'd miss them only until I crawled out and into the real world.
If I didn't keep hitting my head on the beams, I'd consider that.
You just decribed Heaven there.
