This is the spare room I stay in when I am at my mom's house.
It is located in mom's beautiful finished basement. And yes, there is simulated wood paneling and plush pile carpet, thank you for asking.
There is also Elvis memorabilia.
More Elvis memorabilia.The only Elvis memorabilia of my mother's that is not in this room is her 1956 Elvis Presley Fan Club membership card. She gave that to me several years ago. It is one of my most prized possessions.
Hey, James Dean! Git on outta here! This here room belongs to The King of Rock-n-Roll.
You know I totally turned on the lava lamp while I played the officially merchandised Elvis Presley Hand-held Slot Machine®.
And then, the King himself serenaded me to sleep.
11 comments:
As long as mom lives there, the King will never leave the building.
Wow. I know that basement. We had one exactly like it in Virginia.
Did you take a shot at the TV?
Any Elvis pill bottles? But I jest. I won't be cruel to a heart that true.
I've had an "Elvis Presley Memorial Bathroom" in every place I've lived in since '91.
that is one hunka hunka burning love
Did mom make you and Kristi any peanut butter and banana sandwiches?
"Did mom make you and Kristi any peanut butter and banana sandwiches?"
Better yet, a NyQuil Slurpee?
You know that paneling isn't even sold anymore, because it's so incredibly flammable. Hunka burning love indeed.
That rules very hard.
Seeing that room makes me wish I had the foresight to photograph my lazy uncle's "doll room" before they moved.
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