This little house is perfect. With it's white picket fence and hundred year old tress that the sun shines perfectly through, it's a perfect little place for us.
Except we don't live here. This is what my childhood dream imagined my life to be like at the age of 25. But this is actually Lyndon B. Johnson's boyhood home that I posed in front of with people watching because we're lame. My house actually looks like the opposite of this -- our sink is full of dishes and we don't have a white picket fence. In fact, we don't even have a sidewalk.
It should be noted that I don't have a boyhood home, which ironically enough is on my bucket list. Not sure how I'm going to get that one to happen. My childhood dream just called -- she's disappointed about the white picket fence.
PS -- is it okay to wear stripes on stripes? Because I just did.