Our new house. Not.

I was trying to explain to Arlene that we should move to Salt Lake City and buy this house. She was all for it, until she read the ad and found out it had 13.5 bathrooms. Apparently this historic mansion is currently fitted out as an inn, which is what I’d do with it. Arlene could be the chef, the boys could clean the bathrooms, and Betty could live in the attached carriage house. In the winter, we could all ski. If we knew how, that is. On the other hand, moving to SLC would be a bit too much upheaval, and I can only imagine how many honey-dos a house that size and age would generate.