My house is a mess.
I can't get on sitemeter.
I need to go to the grocery store.
I need to make a meal plan so I know what to buy at the grocery store.
I'm gonna get in trouble from Amy for not going to church on Sunday.
So you know what I'm doing about all of this?
I'm going to waste precious, precious time looking for a house I love but can't afford.
So I can lust after it.
I'm going waste more time waiting for blogger to upload the pictures of the house I love but can't afford, therefore eating up my housecleaning-mealplanning-groceryshopping time.
Good plan, huh?
Here she is, folks. In my absolute favorite neighborhood. If I lived here? I could walk to the grocery store.
And I would, too.
Even though it's a grocery store that drives me NUTS.
Because the people who shop there?
While they live in million dollar houses?
They're embracing their earth-mother-hippie side and not bathing on a regular basis.
I kid you not. I smell dirty hair on fellow shoppers every time I shop here.
Which is hardly ever because of the aforementioned smelly dirty hair issue.
I could go on and on about stinkiness, but I won't.
Because I want to show you my new house.
Well, really, it's not.
Because I married for love, not money.
Okay. Really. Here it is:
Aaaaahhhhhh. Do you see the soapstone? Do you? I heart soapstone.
Yeah, I know. I probably wouldn't have picked these cabinets, either, but I think I could live with them. Because look at that door!!!! I love it!
Do you think they swapped out the appliances before they put the house on the market? That range kind of clashes with the pot filler, doesn't it?
Tour over. What do you think?