With the lottery winnings. You know from the lottery that I never play… I dream of this house often. My husband’s version goes something along the lines of purchasing a decommissioned bomb silo and converting it into an underground oasis. Not me. One would think that seeing as I have become an unpredictable cripple in recent years, I would want a one story home. But I don’t. I wasn’t raised in a one story home and even before I caved into my husbands fear of moving I had a very difficult time finding “the” house for us because it meant giving up a second story.

I wish I had thought to check into stairlifts. While this may be a UK company, I’m sure there are plenty in the SE States that offer the same. But I’m sure that they’d do quite well for the home I’d love to purchase and remodel “across the pond” someday. You know, when I finally purchase that lottery ticket and win. These stairlifts don’t look anywhere near as unattractive as those that you used to see advertised on TV. Heck, I think I want one for the townhouse!