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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

The Dream House

At some point in every girl's life she finds herself a dream house, and she spends her time mentally moving in dream furniture, decorating windows with dream drapery, and hanging dream family pictures on the walls. For many girls this is done when she is a child playing with her Barbie and Ken dolls, but for me the dream house was found when I was 33.

One has to dream big here in Pleasantville, because houses are not cheap. So my dream house may not be a mansion, but it is exactly the kind of place I want to raise my wee ones, and all at the recently reduced price of (gasp!) $1,490,000. Maybe this is why my dream house hasn't sold yet?

I PREFER to believe that my dream house is waiting for me to scrape up enough change in the couch to put together a good down payment....

1 comment:

Cindy said...

Hold tight to those dreams, I'm living proof they do come true! And how brilliant of you to dream of a new, freshly painted, CLEAN house!!