I told you my house was dirty

Have I ever complained about my messy house? About the dust that you can write your name in?
That you can wipe off of the tables and then the next day

it is back? And you can write your name again?
This is the view while standing in my front door. The tractor is looking straight out and the barn is to the right.
Has anyone noticed the name of my blog?
Let me help you.

Husband,"Farm living is the life for me. Land spreading out so far and wide, keep Manhattan, Gimme that countryside!"

ME, "I get allergic smelling hay. I just adore a penthouse view. Darling I love you but give me Park Avenue."

Heck, I'd take a walk up in Brooklyn!

Today Adrian and I went and looked at houses.

Houses with yards. Houses on lots. NOT acreage. Houses that cost many hundreds of thousands of dollars. Houses that make me drool on his passenger window. And wonder why he didn't go to dental school.

And then something magical happened. He said," I love these houses. They were all great. You just need to work on your location. I was thinking if we bought a hundred acres and built one of these house right in the center."

And then I wanted to start humming and covering my ears and rocking back and forth. SO he took me to Applebees and plied me with Oriental Chicken Salad.

But i will not give up. Someday I will have a big house situated on a postage stamp sized yard.


It is the American Dream!!!!!!!!1