This may look like a p.o.s. but I see potential in this house. This house is so beautiful. I love the stained glass. I love the look of this house. I am simply amazed by it’s beauty. When we were walking back to my car from temple square, Steve and I saw it and I fell in complete love with it.
It’s for sale. The only problem. $$$$$$ and that it is a fixer upper. I don’t have the money or the skills to do a complete remodel.
That house, my future house, is sitting there. Waiting for me. Mannn, oh Mannn. I’ve had dreams about it every night since I saw it.
Maybe down the road. I picture it being red with the peak insides (what’s that stuff called? Shingles?) being white. With a white door. The trim? I haven’t decided yet. A white picket fence with a gate where the stairs lead up. It’s just perfect!
NOTE: Just to clarify: this is not the Steve that you are thinking it is. This is a Steve from the frats that hang out with my sorority. I’m deeply sorry for the confusion.