In my eternal quest to humiliate this dog, I tried to force her into week-late St. Patrick's festivities.
Anyway. When I was humiliating myself over at knitting class this weekend, I passed a house for sale that I liked, so tonight Marvin and I drove over to look at it.
Because we can so afford a new house.
And because we just bought this house last year, so what could be more practical than thinking about buying another house?
And because the economy is so special.
But what the hay. We didn't have anything else to do.
Well. Except I brought work home. And we have to practice Tallulah's dog training things. But other than that.
Anyway, we took the dog with us, and put her in Marvin's hatchback, where I managed to get another humiliating photo of her. Because you know what Tallulah hates? She hates riding in the hatchback part when there are two perfectly good laps right there in the front seat to plop her 47.9 pounds on.
Anyway, I like this house that is for sale near the knitting store.
Does it NEED to be so light blue? No, it does not. But that can be fixed. It has all my things. A picket fence. A wooden screen door that makes the flappy sound like the wooden screen door in The Waltons. A porch swing. Big old windows. THREE FLOORS. Do you know how many pets we could have if we had three floors?
Marvin said, "It probably costs $250,000." And then we laughed, because we both would have gleefully stampeded on our mothers with a herd of giraffes for a $250,000 house in LA. And now we act like that is such a costly amount. But now it is. Because we make ninety billion dollars less than we did in LA.
All this house needs is a little fixing up. A little landscaping. A little less blue paint. Oh, I could sit on that porch swing and never be sad again. With my 20 new pets. I could flap that screen door open and shut all day. I could go to the third floor while Marvin watches a Who documentary on the first floor. Tallulah could stand behind the picket fence and wag at everyone who walked by, unless they were little dogs, in which case she could bark. She kind of discriminates. I don't know what to tell you about my sizeist dog.
Yeah. I guess I am not buying this big, blue house. I guess I will not be letting my sham rock in all those rooms. I'll bet it's cool inside. Don't you think?