Tenants Rights, According to Mice
Painting the unit is permitted, provided the tenants do so by stepping in jam and scurrying up the walls.
Tag: Houses
My High School Classmate Bought a House—It’s Haunted, but I’m Still Jealous
I think about the cold draft that likely billows through her hallways at night as I sit in this suffocating summer heat.
Vrbo Listings for Shakespearean Holiday Venues
Danish Castle with Sea View: Currently not under threat of invasion from Norway!
For Sale: Charming 2 Bed/2 Bath Cape Cod with Paul Reiser Room!
This room also differs from other rooms in the home in that it features multiple bronze Paul Reiser statues bolted directly to the floor.
If These Walls Could Talk, They’d Be Pretty Annoying
If these walls could talk, they'd talk incessantly about themselves while never asking you any questions about yourself.
A Guided Meditation for Moving Out of Your Walk-up Apartment
Take a few breaths, now a few more breaths. Are you really wheezing already? That was only the second trip to the U-Haul.
We, the Birds of NYC, Demand an End to the Birdhousing Crisis
Every year we live in fear of predatory rent hikes by turkey vulture-owned management companies.
Good Luck Trying to Penetrate My Exurban Lair, Mr. Bond
The residences you’ll pass along the way, while not precisely identical, are nonetheless completely indistinguishable.
Welcome to My House, from Which I’ve Removed All Trace of How I Live
Put it on this coat rack, where all of my coats are. Is that because I regularly put my coats on the coat rack, rather than strewing them on the floor?
If You’re Gonna Haunt My House, You’re Gonna Haunt by My Rules
And your little ghost friends? They can’t spend the night. All of you swirling around in a big circle above the roof.
Congratulations on Your Invitation to Duel to the Death for Our Beautiful Home
We’ll enforce basic duel-to-death etiquette, which basically seems to mean making sure one party dies (Hamilton is available on Disney+, by the way).
Oh, No, I Just Remembered I Left the Front Door Unlocked and the House on Fire
I feel like such an idiot. How many times did I tell myself, “make sure you turn off the lights, lock the front door, and put out the grease fire."