ROLLING HILLS OF GREEN

Now if any of you know me I'm a broccoli freak, I mean, if I could come back as anything in the world it would be a stalk of broccoli. I love it. Anyway, we're in this house (that smells of DOG) and clearly we're not buying it. There is crap all over the place (and they had an open house that day, you would think maybe a cleaning lady would come do a sweep). In the dining room there's a portrait of broccoli - it was like my calling! I knew then and there that a house was soon going to smack me in the face and make me fall in love. It was like my baby broccoli Buddha, glaring at me, telling me to hold on tight and soon my home sweet home was approaching. Maybe the stench was just making me hallucinate?

WHEN NATURE CALLS

It took 3 seconds to realize that this wasn't my dream house, but we took a look inside anyway. The mildewed water smell could burn your nostrils and the floor was warped from the water intake. Outside. We go around the side of the house, already ankle deep in mud from the heavy rain but a little ball of fluff is sitting there. How cute, a gopher, going number 2? I mean I know it rained a lot here, but the property soaks up mud and is a dumping ground for forest life? nextttt!