Envy. So there.

I'm envious. Look at these beautiful homes. People actually live in them. Some of them have kids, even. That last photo is from Dottie Angel, and I know for a fact that she has four kids and yet? No rancid cereal bowl on the banquet.

Meanwhile, I live in what appears to be a storage unit with three other castaways. Which? Is admittedly, fifty percent my fault, at least. Because I'm the only one who cares - so I could pretty much frouf the entire place if I wanted to (and I do) even though the other castaways are boys.

I need to frouf something.

Photos from here, here, here, here and here. So there.