Wish
I had a ma-jillion dollars so I could buy lots of acreage in the Texas Hill Country and have my brilliant, though ancient (according to him), architect dad design a big ol’ ranch house.
For now I’ll just sit in my suburban paradise and be thankful that my house is old enough that there isn’t one that looks just like it anywhere around here. Sometimes it’s the little things. Today, I suppose, it’s the Very Little Things.
