Our first weekend of house hunting turned out to be really amusing. We started at the house with the enormous load-bearing stripper pole right in the center of the living room (which also happened to be carpeted in burgundy shag) with what we have called a "tragic" fireplace and white leather couches and LaZ boy chairs. Yeesh. This is going to be very amusing blogging material!
The same house had the entire wall of the "bonus room" shelved. Displayed on those shelves - beers of the world. Seriously, if you want a fun weekend, go house shopping.
Then we went to a house that actually had an original livery stable. Could have been cute - actually was literally rotting in front of our eyes. When we went down to the cellar (in L.A.! I know!!!) the agent actually called us brave. Yeesh again!
The third house was just plain tragic. Nothing to write home about at all. Really, after the stripper pole, what else is there?
Anyway, I meant to write about this sometime last week but really, I've been so damned busy - I have to say that while the gas prices are mildly annoying, I actually have a paid off 1995 honda civic that sips gas. BP however has some mighty big balls to start threatening to close down the Alaska pipeline because they haven't done maintenance in a bazillion years.
Anyway, in my continuing proof that I have been to some very interesting places, not to mention newsworthy, this is me, laying and sitting actually on the Alaska pipeline. Hey! Maybe that's why it rotted!