I know it’s probably hard to imagine that I could be wanting for anything more in my life since I’ve spent so much time residing here in awesomeville but lately I’ve had my eye out for my much fantasized about beach getaway home.
That’s right folks I’m in the market for a beach crack house crap shack.
Note that I don’t actually have any money to buy this little slice of heaven with, I’m just getting started.
It only has to have one room and running water and I’m golden.
I love the smell of the ocean, the windswept dunes and the kids that look like they were imported from the front of the J. Crew summer catalog before it started selling all cashmere instead of cotton.
The hypertension and frown lines begin to abate and the idea of playing the bongos shirtless outside seems a little less ridiculous.
So you aren’t interested in funding my windswept and ocean battered dreams?
I have another option for you!
Recently I was combing the realtor.com pages for a farmhouse getaway and I came across this house which is the EXACT replica of the home I grew up in Stony Point, New York. What’s even more bizarre? This house is in Stony Point as well!
My house came with extensive acreage and a few outbuildings but this one will do.
Feel free to purchase it at your leisure and then we can have you sign the Deed of Trust over to me in a timely manner.
Can’t you see the warm country house memories that I’ll be making here?
Baking bread and lighting fires while wild berries and apples grow outside. This is going to be spectacular!!!
No, no one has bought me my house yet, but the people over at Culture Brats have the new 80’s fashion disaster post up and I love them with all my heart so go pay those guys a visit and give them a big kiss xoxox