I painted my house the other day. No, I didn’t paint the house – just a picture of it. I’ve said before that I love houses and had hopes of becoming an architect when I was younger. My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Allsup, used to stay after school to look at the house plans with me that I had cut out of the Sunday paper. Wasn’t that nice of her? I’ll never forget it. Anyway, it became apparent that architecture might not be my thing (math: bad) so I’m happy just painting pictures of houses. No math.