Who is that evil creature with the glowing eyes on my couch? I wish the previous owners had disclosed that this house came with it's own hellhound. You'd think it would be a selling point...

Or maybe Phoebe is just annoyed that I didn't finish painting the china cabinets. But after more than four days of painting, I am sick to freaking death of painting. And I'm sick of "French Ivory" on all the miles and miles of trim and mouldings throughout the house.