The moving out was entertaining for us neighbors. Especially the water bed mattress that I was sure contained a dead body. Thankfully my neighbor Elizabeth is up on her Dr. Bass non-fiction books and was able to ascertain that the water bed bladder only LOOKED like a head, shoulders and back.
So, I am examining the beauty in shards of broken glass from a patio table.
I turn to continue snooping and I see this:
At least the kitchen didn't look like a meth lab.
Next time, cute stuff, not scary heads. Promise!