As I've mentioned before, there have been three houses for sale in our subdivision in the six months since we moved into our house, and each of them were/are (a) smaller or the same size as our house and (b) selling for a Corvette more than what we paid. (Oh, and regarding speculation of gold trim and diamond faucets: We visited an open house for the third one last week, and the interiors of our house and theirs were almost the same, quality-wise. The only differences are that they have a brick front and we have [for now] an ugly back yard.)
Anyway, there is now a fourth house for sale in our neighborhood. It is about 250 square feet smaller than our house. It has no brick front, and the only exterior embellishment I can see is that it does have an aggregate driveway.
It is for sale for a Corvette more than we paid for our house. Plus a midlevel Honda Element. Plus -- since there's $4000 in rebates on Corvettes right now -- a Segway. This ought to make me feel good, and it does, but it also makes me feel, I don't know, slightly weird. I'm not completely sure why.
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
