Our house looks like a redundant florist's. Seriously. Dad's latest bright idea is to decorate the house with flowers in a desperate attempt to get some sort of bid on it. Someone must have told him somewhere along the line that fresh flowers brightened a home and was a positive selling point. We are now drowning in flowers. They're on every window sill and shelf, in the bathroom, and in the hallway on top of the laundry basket. He wanted to put a vase on the mantelpiece but my birthday cards are still on display, so he grudgingly put them in the fireplace.
Oh well, at least the house smells nice...
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