Time to take my ease outside. On a cool desert evening by the fireside with friends seated nearby as we discuss the latest political doings. Nah, who am I kidding. We're dissing all the people who didn't make it to the party.
Well. Isn't this a cozy spot to sit and knit with all the wonderful wool that is available in the surrounding area. Or, I could sit with my after-dinner aperitif and peruse the evening paper. Or, I could sit and lounge while I am on the phone with the publishing companies who are anxious to buy my book on living in a dream home. The possibilities, ah, the possibilities.
I've just finished entering three car contests, now I'm feeling rather peckish. I thought I would go and get lost in the kitchen. By the way, I've always thought that Sticks Furniture would be perfect for a southwestern home.
OK OK, I had my snooze in the Master Retreat, now I want to see the three-car garage. Note to self: Enter contest to win three cars.
Whether the trim turns out red,
Whether the trim turns out blue,
Whatever the trim, whether red, whether blue
I know I will love it. How 'bout you??
My favorite dream is to have a Master Retreat. I love the idea of having a haven in the middle of the house to go to. I often dream of fantastic bathing palaces (especially with a soaking tub!). Ahhh . . . .scented water, surround sound music . . . what more can one ask for? And just a step away is the robing room and one step more . . and I can fall into luxurious sleepy-time comfort and dream of my next favorite place to be. ZZZZZZZ
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