Home Sweet Home

In case you jerks thought that I lived in a little mud hut in Sri Lanka, let me enlighten you people. Hows about a few pictures of the Noodle House to make you stare in awe, eh? Check it out!

The garden outside with a little staircase to the second floor. Looks like a jungle sometimes, but it makes me remember my roots and where my people come from. In the old days, we used to have snakes and loads of deadly little insects coming out of the ground trying to take over the house. Now that we increased their rent and sprayed them with every toxin on the planet, they've moved on.

The entrance into our house. We call the outside bit the "poop deck". Mama doesn't like the word poop in there but she's slowly gotten accustomed to our ever persistance. On warm days, its so awesome sitting in those chairs reading a good book with Timon sitting in the chair with me sleeping and his fat little body putting my leg to sleep. Aah, memories!

Ah, the pantry. We had it before it was cool to have one in your house. People used to think "pantry" meant fancy french underwear. It looks a little pansy ass looking but I have absolutely no say in it anyway. As my Mama puts it, "If you don't like it, you get the F%*@^ out!". Under the chair is little Toby, our chief fry cook. He's slacking a bit recently so he might get to be on the main menu pretty soon.

I'd put up pictures of my room....but unfortunately, my Mama has prettied up my room just like she's done to the kitchen. Once I start flinging filth around and marking my territory with urine, I'll be sure to post a lot more of my humble little room of love and acceptance.