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?