So, we're currently in northern Washington. The trip has been awesome so far, with brewpubs, rafting, and much food. There will be more on this after the trip. This post, however, is about the house.
The passive-aggressive house.
There are little notes everywhere. Some are sensible, some are threatening/accusatory, but really, it's the quantity that baffles. When I was halfway through shampooing my hair, and turned left to see one, I knew we were in a special place. Below, a partial selection from the main floor:
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