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.
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.