Our house was built in 1968. Our "master bathroom" (please notice the quotation marks) is pink. Pink wallpaper, pink tile, pink counters, pink sink, pink toilet. That's right, pink toilet. We have red carpet in the basement. I could go on and on.

But as I tell Holt, let's focus on the good. We have a yard that's like a park. Over an acre and a half in the city limits. Lots of mowing, no doubt, but... oh yeah, gonna focus on the positive.

We inherited rows and rows of muscadines. Seems the gentleman who lived here before fancied muscadine wine. We also inherited the extra three car garage he built out back to distill it. His winery has become our very large storage (read: junk) shed.

We are not muscadine lovers. As a matter of fact, I am a muscadine hater, but I do love that they attract these sweet spotted little muscadine-loving fawns. They also attract their moms, and occasionally we even catch a buck or two in the yard.

So if you see me sitting on the front porch when it's 98 degrees outside, it's because the view is so much better outside. And if you're particularly fond of muscadines, bring a pail and pick til your belly's content. Just save some for our friends.