Ricardo and I have always said we will never move, unless we win the lottery. I suppose we'll have to buy tickets for that. But it's one of the things we love to talk about, dream outloud, after we're done talking about our feelings ofcourse, on long road trips.
Still, every now and then, you'll find us talking about our dream home. We love our house we are in now. And what we don't love, we've changed - a couple of times.
Ricardo suggested we could design our own home (tall ceilings, laundry on the bedrooms level, kitchen with a Rosie, the robot maid in it). We'd hire someone to build it.
Ricardo thought about it for a while and then, "We won't have to tile, or paint, or put bamboo on the ceiling." Long pause and glaring stare and then, "Or take bamboo off the ceiling."
Hey even the greatest design ideas outlive their welcome, I suppose. The bamboo was cool for our beach cabana basement. But one thing that will never get old is chocolate. Right?
"Can I take my chocolate label backsplash with us?"
Eyes roll. "Sure."
I'm guessing we didn't win last night. But that guy loves me. For sure.
And that's how we roll.
