Ya know, you could do a lot worse than your very own 35 acre island. Yeah, it's Illinois, but still. Ellen could have all the animals she wanted, and all I'd need to do was visit. Or, you know, wave at the dock as I motored by. Cat puke likely has nothing on tiger puke, and I have the upholstery to consider.
I don't know how you always find the interesting things about the area I live in.... (the owl carrying away the dog was the most recent), even before I see them.
I've been on this island before, nice place if you don't mind the blood sucking mosquitoes, yearly shadfly infestations, occasional flooding, and confiscatory IL taxes......
There is a new Casino/just built in the area too!
Posted by: John on June 20, 2010 08:22 PMTrade in your bike for a kayak to transport you for 'conjugal visits' to the island...
Meanwhile, I recommend building the house on stilts. Or pontoons.
Posted by: Mark on June 20, 2010 08:36 PM