07 February 2011

A Confession

My last name isn't Brown, but the rest of the title of this book pretty much sums me up. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I'm kinda jealous of two of my favorite people in the whole wide world right now. Wanna know why? Tough. I'm going to tell you anyway. Otherwise there wouldn't really be a point to this post now would there?

They're house hunting. I love house hunting. I once went with two of my besties on a house hunting weekend and loved all 14 houses of it. If they would've let me, I probably would've gone with them every weekend. That mighta been weird, though, huh? What married couple wants someone tagging along as they shop for their first house?

Anyway. I love houses. I love looking at them. I love walking through them. I love drawing them. (At least I did in junior high and high school art class. My masterpiece had a fantastic wrap-around porch and a rounded library.)

I'm excited about the time when Billy and I get to search for our new house. I should warn him now that I plan on dragging him through many more houses than necessary. When else will I get the chance to legally peek in people's homes? Unless one of my favorite people wants to take me house hunting with them? Hint. Hint. Wink. Wink.


Sassytimes said...

I LOVE house hunting too! We are in our house for life though (we built), so it's not an option for me. I often think it'd be fun to go through open houses....just to check them out (the decor, layout, etc.). It may be a little weird though... ;)

Wendy said...

Haha you're welcome to come join us anytime, babycakes, anytime.