First of all, thanks for your kind comments expressing support for my waffling ways. Someday we’ll buy a house, but not yet. I think. Anyway I’m pretty tired of thinking about the whole thing, and now Japan is melting down and the whole world is collapsing. That’s really too heavy for a Monday, so let me just say that I’ve developed an unhealthy relationship with vacation fantasies to cope with all this crap. Where could I run away to? I did consider the circus, but I think I’ve found something much more interesting (and far less painful). Check out Giraffe Manor. You can run away with me.
I realize it kind of looks like I’m fantasizing about moving into Jumanji with Robin Williams and that would be 50 kinds of freaky, but this 1930’s lodge in Nairobi is for real.
How awesome is this??? It makes me want to jump up and down and start squealing like a pig in heat.
Ike would go bonkers for this shit. Or maybe he would run away screaming… I give him 50/50 odds of having a good time, but this fantasy is really all about me.
Did I mention that the house is pretty amazing, too? It was built in the style of a Scottish hunting lodge. In Kenya.
That kind of sets off my anti imperialist alarm bells, but I’m ignoring them because I want to pet a giraffe from my window like all the other white ladies… no wait, I want a pet giraffe. Do they make tiny giraffes?
I think this Sharon Montrose print from 20×200 is pretty much the only way I’m going to turn fantasy into reality right now. Meanwhile, I’m starting a vacation fund. I’m sure Giraffe Manor is very inexpensive.
Who needs a new house, anyway?