Liked This One Today + Poking Fun at My Little Brother

Well, today turned out to be pretty exciting...our realtor took me out to see the ONE house that out of all she'd rounded up and sent us via the internet really tripped our triggers (those would be John's and MY triggers, you understand...)

He (the house is definitely a "he") was even more handsome in person. And yes, he's a little older, but he's Stately and Fabulous and my 30s-40s-50s era-furniture would look lovely inside...but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Anyhoo, this is the view from the front walkway of this house. We'll call him #308.

For those of you who know me well...of course I noticed that my favorite number is in there somewhere, in some combination! :)



And this is the view looking at the house from the vantage point of the really large backyard (which is completely fenced for Spectre!)



This is looking from the garage toward the backyard. That building is the workshop, which can also be great storage and an extra garage for the Skylark and the Blue Mamu.

I love this view (look below - I know, I do my captions backward but this is my blog and it makes sense to me...) It is from the "Florida Room" (translate to Party Room!) and is looking into the Living Room.

...and the Florida Room itself. It's all glassed-in! Love it! That's the workshop, again, in the back left of the picture.

I'm planning to put a nice TV and couch and fridge and microwave and beanbags so when John and Armour or John and anyone wants to watch NASCAR or anything else Rednecky (sorry, Pam - HA!), they'll be all set. :)

This is the Kitchen. And no, I don't like the "so-bright-that-Dr. Ken Despain-could-easily-engage-in-a-cat-declawing-surgery-on-my-kitchen-table"* lights, and No, I don't particularly care for those cabinets, either.

It doesn't have to be perfect, People. Besides, Sisi is going to help me, and after she's through with this place, it would be a candidate for House Beautiful.

But, Wow. I LOVED this room, this fireplace, this ambience. And, I'm telling you, I know I'm kind of a Wackadoo (I'm comfortable in my world) but I could just feel this house smiling at me when I walked in here and saw this:

Oh. The English bulldog is not real.

And now, it's time for a little pastime I call: Making Fun of Arms.

And why do I do this? Because it's FUN.

These are several pictures of his place, as it looks now...and all I can say is, "Yes, I'm aware that my own house will look like this soon, too..."

But for now, I can just point my finger, crinkle up my nose and yell: Nyah-Na-Na-Na-Naaaa-Na!

See you soon, Brothah. :)

He sent this final picture to me, complete with what I found to be a hilarious caption:

"THE BED IS MADE!!!"

...and so it is!

Keep digging, Arms. Let me know how that works out for ya...

*Note. Max actually had to assist Ken when he did another kind of minor surgery, on their kitchen table in Maryland. Poor Tater is just not the Tom he used to be...