A couple of weeks ago, my friend Lis and I went on an Owl Homes tour.
Since we were broke and trying to kill a lot of time, we toured each home extensively.
We even took pictures to see which homes we looked best in.
These are those pictures.
All of the Owl Homes master bathrooms can accommodate two people at a time.
Three, if two people get in the shower together.
As an added bonus, there are seats in the showers.
Lis really, really had to go to the bathroom in this house.
I decided to take a bath while she was doing her business.
Lis was really tired, touring all those homes, so she decided to take a nap.
After a while, all the houses began to look the same to me.
It also could have been because I was a little tipsy.
Makin' sure those damned kids stay the fuck off my lawn.
Another house, another bathroom.
This bathroom, however, had a fireplace AND wine in it.
We decided this was the house for us.
So, I kicked off my shoes and sat down to read a book.
Lis, on the other hand, took a nap in the chair.
Then, after we decided we couldn't afford our new dream home, we went clothes shopping.
Lis found her perfect dream dress in a second hand store.
We ended the night at Sprague's, where Lis celebrated her birthday.
Too bad Lis's birthday isn't until June.
Yes, kids, it's that time of the year again, National Novel Writing Month. This year, I've added onto my list of things to do in November (write 50,000 words) and I've become a Municipal Liaison (ML, as the kids say). Nothing special happens in my region when you're ML, because we're all pretty mature and capable. So, a few times a week, I send out an e-mail telling my group (which, as of this post consists of 129 different people) to write, write, write, and to attend write-ins. Basically, I'm a noveling cheerleader.




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