Now here's a meme I like.

sraun just posted his Dream Home results. [Bad username or site: Deb Geisler's @ livejournal.com] going to envy the garage in

Your home is a

Magic Magnate's Manor

Your kitchen is someplace you never go, because you "have people for that." There's a Chocolatessin, a word you made up yourself, but that is beginning to catch on among your wealthy neighbors. Your master bedroom is the size of a small barn, with carpet thick enough to reach your ankles. Your study has hardback editions of every classic ever written, plus a special edition of Rich Dad, Poor Dad with the parts you ghost-authored highlighted. One of your garages holds your collection of ferraris, and is measured in acreage.

Your home also includes a guest wing and private quarters for your servants. Outside is your hedge maze and gardens, meticulously tended by a team of world-class botanists.

Below is a snippet of the blueprints:

Find YOUR Dream Home!

Not so much the garage, actually, but rather the collection of Ferraris inside. "Red Ferrari"..."Backup Red Ferrari." Yep, that's the ticket.

If I had my dream home now, she'd be getting the Ferrari for her birthday this year. But I wouldn't make her wait until another birthday rolled around if those red beautifies showed up in any week other than this one.

I'm fortunate to already have one aspect of my dream home, the kitchen. Most of 20 years ago, Glenn Tenhoff asked if he could come and cook in my kitchen, and I've been gladly turning it over to friends ever since. Most recently, Larry Pfeffer made a great Italian dinner, followed by yummy French toast the next morning before he and the rest of his family ventured forth for a second day's visit to Old Sturbridge Village.