This is the stove.
Isn't it cute?
You have to turn it on. With a match.
Make sure you hold down the nob while lighting the stove, or your pizza will not get cooked.
The cheese will not melt.
The crust will not de-soggy-ify.
The ham will not get warm.
No matter how nicely you ask.
That white thing in the back--not the microwave--that's the washer.
And in the front--that's the drier.
In the winter, it only takes jeans three days to dry on that clothes hanger.
Here is the collection of alcoholic bottles.
They doubled as ash trays.
And here I am.
Very happy.
By my scary window.
You know, I kind of miss that scary window.
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