Yesterday I took Hugmonkey to a birthday party. On the way to the party, we drove through a nearby town where there are a lot of mansions. Like, houses so big that they look kind of ridiculous. So much so that Hugmonkey said, "Mommy, that hospital is for sale!" as we passed one that was indeed for sale.
"Sweetie, that's a house for sale."
"Mommy, that's too big to be a house. That's a hospital," Hugmonkey is nothing if not sure of himself.
"No babe, it's a house."
"Mommy, you're silly!"
I gave up. It did kind of look like a mental hospital.
I think this is the house we saw. If not, it is for sale in the same town and looks like the one we saw, so you get Hugmonkey's point.
I also feel compelled to point out that we do not live in England, or wherever ancestral piles like this are still around. This house isn't even 20 years old and it's in New Jersey. It has no excuse.
Not that I begrudge anyone living in a house as big as Hot Guy's hometown hospital, exactly. I just don't get it. Every year I watch the HGTV Dream Home special (though I never win) and the "Dream" houses are never this big or wannabe looking. And they're supposed to be dreams.
Even when I win the Powerball, I just know I'll never buy a house like this. Would you?