Home Tour

So, I had a thought the other day, several actually.  One about why people let anyone under the age of 18 read Twilight, one about the texture of the puss that emerges from pimples, and one about home tours.  

I was like,

" Hey Jen,  you should put some pictures of the house in the kids scrapbooks /blog for them to remember what it looked like when they were growing up."  

The home tour will be a slow process.  Here is the first little burst of niceness.   The Master Bedroom.  (When I say Master,  I am referring to myself)  

No, there were not gigantic bubbles floating through the air.  Somehow I am such a fab photog that I created the illusion of bubbles.