When you think "Hey, I would never in my right mind be able to live here...but it would be great material for the blog!"
Self, are you frackin' retarded?
Srsly, why? Why would I ever think that was okay?
"Oh let's buy this house and document all the crazy eff'd up shenanigans that are sure to ensue."
Am I drunk? On drugs? Suicidal?
No, maybe its the cabin fever setting in.
Which leads to my next question...
if I've already got cabin fever, why would I want to move to a cabin!?
Sure, the idea of living out in "the country" with our little herb garden and wood heated hot tub, sounds all picturesque and adorable... in the summer. But I am pretty sure that house is under 10 feet of freakin' snow right now. Being trapped in the wilderness sounds like a blasty blast to me.*rolls eyes*
Dan and I were discussing it, and looking at the online listing and suddenly it hit me like a flying race car tire to the face...
There is no freakin' POTTY!
Noooooo indoor pooper.
That just sealed the "no frackin way" deal!
Not no way, not no how!
(Yea, I was just watching the Wizard of Oz. Don't hate.)
[yea it looks all cozy, but what you don't realize is
those bushes are so people don't see you pee'ing outside.]
I mean, maybe if there were trees I would consider it.
Or maybe not.