And they lived happily ever after. . .


Yes, I admit it. I'm a big sappy dork when it comes to my home and my family.

And, like any good dork, I admit that I have always childishly wanted a house with "a white picket fence." I know. Uber-dork.

I probably read too many books in the Anne-of-Green-Gables/Nancy-Drew genre as a child. The white picket fence was always symbolic to me of everything good and wholesome in American culture.  Yes, I know that I'm Cuban.  But I've lived here in the U.S. much longer than I did in Cuba.  And the white picket fence speaks to me of love and comfort and of happily-ever-after.

I love my little home. It has a sweet cottage feel to it and I always thought a picket fence would be the perfect finishing touch. But our home is old and it needs new plumbing and paint and lots of other things, so the fence thing fell into the wish-list category. (SIGH)

Until now.

Look at what my wonderful husband spent his weekend doing...

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Isn't it wonderful?? I am so deliriously happy about this fence. (Besides, the little rat-dog next door can't come over and poop on our lawn anymore, but that's not important right now.)

The neighbors have been wandering by all weekend watching Eric work and commenting on how great it looks. His hard work really paid off and I'm so very pleased with My White Picket Fence. =D

This sums it up perfectly. . .


Marge: Homer is this how you pictured married life?
Homer: Yeah, pretty much, except we drove around in a van solving mysteries.