JJ and I want to
buy this place, which is a block away from our country estate, the one with all
the ceramic gnomes in the garden (yes, seriously). We went there on our walk
today and dreamed away.
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At less than
a million bucks for 11 rooms (in which to frolic our asses off), 11 bathrooms
(no more excuses for missing a shower), a commercial kitchen (in which to
practice making macaroons, and risotto), a little ballroom with a white mini
grand piano (dancing?), a dining room big enough for a wedding reception ( or for
when friends stay for dinner, whatever), it’s a freaking bargain.
But who the
hell am I kidding? We’re far too sensible for that.
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