I would like one of you to explain to me (slowly) the allure of wood paneling.
For the life of me, I have been unable to come up with a single redeeming quality of the horrendous wall covering.
Was it the nasty brown color? The dark and lifeless gloom it cast upon a room?
Did you think- In 50 years I want no one to buy this house?
What? What was the reason?
Your silence speaks volumes. And your paneling hurts my soul.
We are done here.
Oh come on, its fun to pretend you live inside a tree.