Drooling

Literally. Foaming. At. The. Mouth. Yeah, that's kind of gross. But I am about to catch the next plane to Sumter to ward off any other potential buyers of this unbelievable creation. This house will be mine. Oh yes, it will be mine.

Hello, lover.

Reason #1 why you'll find me perched on their lawn with a big stick and a sleeping bag. Stay away other buyers. Stay far, far away.
And, reason #2. I could do some serious sock-sliding across those hardwood floors, dontcha think?

Who needs a couch when you could rock out on a trampoline in here?

And a tiled patio for a whole sock-sliding party.

I think I'm in love.

THE END.