This is Flashes. He's very proud of having unmade a corner of the bed.
I fear Notamus is under the bed, plotting my demise.
I got tired of having the same ol', same ol' fire extinguisher.
This is the dresser I painted white (from a weird light-pine color) and put green knobs on. It makes me very happy, like I'm living in an Anthropologie catalog but without the underfed stringy-haired people in ill-fitting clothing.