the battle of noodles and rice (the o-roni war) Can it be true? My butt is cured of its hellish ailment! Three cheers! Yay! Yay! Yay! And a superstitious knock on wood, also. Knock. Knock. Knock. I've been at my parents' house for the last couple of days. Enough said. The contemplations, deliberations, and calculations continue regarding buying a trailer to live in temporarily on my parents' property (yee-hoo) while saving up to buy/build our own house. Whew. What a sentence. I would like to buy one of those huge, lovely, glass greenhouse kits. They're only like $12K. I would set that up and use it as our living room, build a brick floor set in sand, maybe spring for a built-in tile hot tub (in our livivg room! A more stylin' life has never been dreamed of, even by Will Smith or Danny DeVito, two of the stylin'-ist people of all). We could grow a massive amount of foliage in there, too: vines could dangle from the ceiling, jasmine releasing its heady musk, bougainvillea shocking the other plants with its gaudy attire. Then we could build the bedrooms and bathrooms attached to the greenhouse. I'm thinking hay bale construction, with round hobbit windows and arched doorways, if possible. Oh, and a basement, of course. One always needs a basement. And secret passageways, if we're really having a fantasy here. Baby demands my attention. |