Perchance to Dream…
September 16, 2007 by madcarlotta
One day I will have a house in Oregon. Or Maine.
It doesn’t have to be a big house, but it has to be either in the forest or on the beach — and it has to have a spiral staircase that goes up through a shaft that is lined with bookshelves.
My bedroom ceiling will be painted with stars.
And every Sunday, when the weather allows, I will go outside and take a bath in my purple bathtub whilst eating Eggs Benedict…
…and listening to Edith Piaf Leon Redbone…
I’d definitely like to share the first half of your dream. I’m not too excited about bathing outdoors in a purple tub, though.
Oh, c’mon…what could be more fun?
I romise not to stare or drool too much Smerk
Can I join you in the purple tub? I promise to be good and only scrub your back if you ask.
My forbidden friend and I often talked of running away to Maine…
*stifles a tear*
If you ever get that house, I’m moving in with you!
Get a house in the woods, rather than one on the beach. The problem with houses on the beach is that, after the big storm, they become a house in or under the beach.
When I was married, after returning from a camping trip Natalie told me how much she enjoyed sleeping under the stars. So the next day when she was out of the house, I took a big roll of glow-in-the-dark tape from work, a hole-punch, and a star map and punched out lots of little stars to decorate the bedroom ceiling with. The effect turned out quite well, if I do say so myself.
And what’s this shyness about bathing outside, Smerk? After all, you’re the girl who ran around her yard wearing just a towel. . .
Oooh, sounds like a pretty house! And it needs to be in some woods that are just next to the beach! On some cliffs! No where near anyone. Then I would bathe outdoors in the purple tub