Check out what I get to look at every freaking time I open my door:
Is it me, or is this a bit much for one little apartment door? The up-close-and-personal effect is rather cluttered. "Let it Snow"? We're in California, toots. Not happening.
And will you look at the size of those balls!
(yeah, that's what she said)
I wonder if she's rigged her doorbell to play a Christmas carol.