My wife didn't tell me about her dirty little Hello Kitty secret until we had been dating several months; by then I was too in love with her to hold it against her. I guess it makes sense that a future librarian likes stuffed cats (granted a cat that looks part alien and part demon possessed). It's certainly isn't as bad as her love affair with those creepy little garden gnomes, but I digress.
When Diana sent me the pictures below, all I could do is ask why? Why would someone want a house that is Hello Kitty in every way? It's just wrong. I don't know where this house is or even if people live in it. I just know it's weird.