It's striped. It's from 1962. The brown feces-colored paint makes the stucco on the side of the house hot. The yard has the strangest combination of rocks and concrete. The husband had to have worked in the concrete industry at some point. And there are so many roses in this yard. Enough to furnish at least five Disney films. I counted over twenty bushes. We have a lot of work in store for us. And the need for a bulldozer. And don't get me started on the tripping hazards that are rocks.
But I also don't want you to get the wrong idea. I love that we're living here. I love that we can call this house our home. Along with our pets. Because this is so much better than renting. And while owning two homes is a little on the scary side, I'm glad we took this journey anyway.
You didn't honestly think you'd get away without seeing pet photos, did you?
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