Under My Skin

Well, I always know it’s time for a trip to Disney when I start obsessing over things I shouldn’t want to have.  I love my home, and really don’t want to leave…but…

This house is for sale and it keeps calling to me.

I used to pass this house on my way to my college classes, and it always made me sigh.  It was alive back then…it’s empty and lonely now.  And it’s calling to me.

There’s a humongous dairy barn in the back…and it comes with acres and acres of land.  And did I mention that it’s calling to me?

If I had a whole hunka chunka money, I would bring this house back to life.  It needs lots of love, and lots of care…and a TON of updating…and an extension off the back. 

But check out the view.

*sigh*

It’s calling to me.

Okay, Seriously?

So, I vacuum my entire first floor every single morning.  I have hardwood floors throughout, and area rugs only in the living room.  I vacuum the upstairs hardwood floors once or twice a week.  This is two weeks worth of yuck. 

How does this happen???!!!!

I do not live on a farm nor on a dirt road.  My family removes their shoes when they come home…not that I insist, but it’s just more comfortable.  How does this much dirt make it into a house????  I just don’t understand. 

How filthy must my house have been back when I worked??!!  EW!  Appalling.