Our house was our castle and our keep

Actual real estate is fixin' to be transacted over at freakgirl and at Confetti in the Wind. Folks be shoppin'. Me? I'm browsing. Rubbernecking. Like all the damn time. I laughed so hard this summer when my sister was visiting and I caught her at Realtor.com even though, like me, she ain't goin' nowhere. We really are two of a kind. Well, she's younger and prettier, but otherwise, identical. How many of you do this? I've house-hunted online in every major city in the US, not to mention the little hidden treasure towns, and hell, even the industrial wasteland shitholes (lofts go cheap there!). It's great fun and a fabulous waste of valuable time. One of the joints I went to check out in the flesh was this little jewel box not far from me with the fabulous backyard and alas, the toidy in the kitchen. Wha? Yep, just to the left of the fridge. You don't see it in the photo. Imagine that. So yeah, some of these places I just have to walk around. I don't make a total nuisance of myself. I only go if they have an open house. For instance, don't you love this kind of place? It's another pipedream of mine to live above my work, old European-stizz. Speaking of which, I have to get back to the whorehouse. Love all y'all! See how I acted like I'm not going to continue surfing around when I'm there?