today i am playing hooky from work. well also i am having itchy sneezy allergy headaches, but irregardless, i shall spend my day fantasizing about french manors and forcing ady to marry me. because that’s the kind of person i am.
i don’t know where my recent desire to own a house in france and raise horses has come from. it’s a little out of left field. i mean, sure i understand the horse thing, since after all, kim and i are going to buy me one in tennessee or virginia or kentucky or somewhere, (RIGHT, kim?) but i don’t even really like france. although i suppose i liked the countryside parts of france and just not the paris part of france. and the ocean parts of france. those were good too. paris sucks though.
what i need is someone really rich who will buy me this manor AND some horses.
I’m *sure* we’ll have room for at least 2 horses in the back seat!!!
one day, years from now, i will buy a manor in france that i will need people to “take care of” for me while i am away…but until then i am working the sugar daddy angle and michele and I will be his two wives as long as he buys us the manor.
i’m now trying to sell my mom on the idea of a castle in south africa which is the same price as her much lamer house in the east bay.