So. Um. I have a confession to make.
Around about Thanksgiving we did something a little, um, foolish.
Or . . . not foolish, exactly.
Let's say . . . dreamerish.
I'd like to think we're not fools but dreamers.
To do something we said we wouldn't do (again).
Like fall for a house . . .
. . . a house that needs a lot of love.
But what can I say?
"We are all fools in love."
Even red linoleum cannot sway us.
*happy sigh + nervous gulp*