Where My Daydreams Go...

I'm sitting in Starbucks last week, at about the same time as the U.S. Airways jet crashed landed in the Hudson to give you a gauge on the time, not that it matters..ANYScully, I'm at Starbucks, drinking a latte before heading to Whole Food, and there's a realty magazine sitting all by itself at a lonely table; I reach over and grab it and, as it by some magic divine home buying intervention I find this gem of a house, built at least 10 years before the Revolutionary War. It was love at first sight. I kept the magazine and keep looking at it like a chubby school girl thumbing through a model magazine. I've decided to buy it, and spend my days in Stephentown planting wild flowers along the drive and using the barn to host sexy parties and pony rides for homeless kids, though not at the same time. Only one problem, I can't afford it. Yeah, sad right? But I have a plan. I always have a plan. If each one of you contribute at least one buck, I should have enough coin to make it my own, sometime by 2020. So please, give early, give often and give fast; and make sure to send me your address, I'll put you on the invite list for a sexy party, or a pony ride.

Posted by JD on January 20, 2009 11:00 AM