Dressed up Coop, er Cottage
After all the discussion about how to make the Bunkhouse livable, here's a fine design. It has everything but Sara's cat.
I love it! The geraniums are a nice touch. I think I'll move in here and rent the house out as a B&B.
It would be a B & B & CUAY. (Bed, breakfast and clean up after yerself).
Maybe we should replace the windows on the bunkhouse??
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That is so keeeyooot!
Don'tcha think? I'd live in that!
Do you recall that Mike and I briefly owned a chicken coop, cum hunting lodge, cum pied-a-terre? It was an adorable little place . Ben loved going there when he was a toddler because everything was his size. We filled it with vintage furniture and folksy paintings on the walls. We had the best times there on weekends.
If I'd dreamed you were going to publish this to the world, I would have cloned a far more subtle and soft shade of geraniums, for heavens sake! These SCREAM! And don't you dare TOUCH my precious quirky windows - they add character just as that wonderful door and the delicious aged, faded paint. It is exactly what it is, and what it has grown to be, and those are precisely the un-matchable, un-fake-able qualities that make it so much more charming than ANYTHING new. Lets hear it for PATINA! Yaaaaaaaayyyyy! I might add a metal porch roof - just for the sound of it in the rain. And a storm cellar.
And a guest room. And a two car garage and shop. Oh wait! Did I hear you shout "NO"?
Heck no...keep going! What about adding a casino? Then we could have family poker games and maybe some good drinking matches!
Hey Sara, I remember that coop you had, only I never got to see it.
Perhaps living in a chicken coop is something everyone should do once in their life? Like seeing the Empire State Building and running with the butterflies? Or is that running with the bulls to San Juan Capistrano? I forget.
Must go...something is barfing in the near vicinity and it's either a cat or my furnace.
Yes, a casino! With a skating rink in the center like Rockefeller Center. And a heliport so friends can come visit from far away. You can run with any bugs you like - but nope, ain't no bulls in San Juan Capistrano. Just swallows. What/who barfed?
what have you done to my brewhouse?!
Brewhouse?? Oh right...forgot--there are hops growing here at LBV. Scott you're going to have to fight Lady B for the coop. While you all are figuring that out I'm going to turn it into a bunkhouse/wine bar. Grapevines everywhere!
It was the furnace barfing. Sounded just like a cat!
I just couldn't sleep last night - I KNEW there was something missing from the list of improvements to the coop/brewhouse/casino/heliport/skating rink. Finally It came to me... What every country property desperately needs. Along with rockers and flowers and cats, ice, poker chips, and beer, it sorely needs a chicken coop. Full of nasty white (edible) chickens with beady red eyes and a penchant for pecking each others' feathers out. (That's what makes them so deliciously expendable - not like dear little colored pet chickens) And while you are all fighting over your dibs on that building for your own pleasure and debauchery I revert to the one I originally wanted - the little red house under the big tree with the cracked foundation. I sent you the picture. I was SERIOUS! Don't anyone dare touch it!
Ok! You can have the milk house. The coop's my new wine bar and bunkhouse saloon. I've always wanted a saloon.
The milk house is perfect for me. Two outfits on a single nail. Daybed and one chair and one small chest. new porch on the side with rocker and small table to hold can of 1) beer and 2) skeeter spray in warm weather.
And now it's in writing!!! "OK! You can have the milk house" is a binding agreement and I'm holding you to it. The sweet little red milk house is mine, mine, mine, mine! And even more legal after three glasses of Thanksgiving wine. I LOVE Thanksgiving! I am so grateful for my cousin Becca and my Milk House! I sure can live there! Watch me!
That's what scares me..you WOULD live in that and I'd get arrested for family abuse!! (but officer..she WANTS to live in the milk house..really!))
I'll just invite that officer inside for a hot chocolate and he'll be so envious he'll throw ME in jail just so he can rent my sweet little get-a-way from you. you'll see. Anyway, I would really rather NOT live in a saloon - even if it DOES have its own cat and red geraniums.
Ha! I resemble that remark!
So you can hang out on your porch at the milkhouse and I"ll be on my porch on the saloon and we can hurl insults at one another.
"My house is bigger and is loaded with wine!"
Mine has a hot plate and a chemical potty and NO MORTGAGE!
oh darn. Can we use your potty when we get crunk in the saloon?
You can even sleep over whenever you are "crunk" - and when would THAT be?
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