My formerly pristine white walls suddenly had art on them.
My front door grew a doormat.
My bathroom got a wicker basket with cheesy slogans on the interior lining. "Home is where the heart is" and other such remarkable sayings.
The walls in my shower now contain, what I can only assume is also decorative in intent, long strands of hair.
The drain needs regular cleaning because it, too, is full of long hairs.
The kitchen is always clean and I have 12 different glasses for all kinds of beverages. And 8 cups for variations of coffee and soups.
The fridge keeps track of all the cards we received. Since she moved in, those are many. Before her, I received none.
