I’ve Got a Crush On You



When I bought my house, it was so beautiful that I didn’t care about the “issues” it had.

It didn’t matter that it was high-maintenance, needed constant grooming, cried inside when it rained outside and didn’t cook wonderful meals for me to enjoy when I got home.

Basically, it was an expensive pain in the a–.  It never contributed anything to my life except looking good and certainly attracted its fair share of gawkers.

Might this sound familiar?