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Seems like we bought the farm. Or the Ranchero. Defintely a pickup truck kind of place: See for yourself.
The two of us fit neatly in a four-bedroom house with a 2½ car garage, attic and full basement; now we get to see what the same amount of junk looks like in a one bedroom house, guest cottage, and a smattering of sheds, a tiny garage, and a chicken coop. Wish us luck.
Posted by Underblog at June 26, 2005 9:04 AM
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or else say nice things about us at our funerals.
Posted by: Dr. Sherman at June 26, 2005 3:21 PM
Just don't let us find your dead bodies entangled in a mutual stranglehold, and we'll say wonderful things. All of them will be true.
Posted by: Suzanne at June 26, 2005 4:11 PM
Looks great! Hoping la Dotteressa already has visions for rehabilitating (somehow) the bright blue fountain..Congrats. I'm swathed in property envy.
Posted by: heather at June 27, 2005 3:09 AM
You could buy the house right next door. It's for sale, owned by the guy we're buying this place from. He grew up there, apparently. It all used to be part of the same compound.
Posted by: Sherman at June 27, 2005 6:29 AM
Then you could teach me how to grow vegetables and take care of an (almost) acre.
Posted by: Sherman at June 27, 2005 6:30 AM