Today, I went on an errand run to Sam's Club.

This past Saturday, OmegaDad and the dotter had gone shopping there, and come back raving about some playhouse doohickey that was out front.  I'm afraid I didn't really pay attention then, and it totally faded from my mind.

But there, outside Sam's Club, I saw it.

So I had to go take a peek.

Picture this:  A 10x10 solid wooden playhouse, rustic looking on the outside, but oh-so-luxurious on the inside.  A loft.  (Yes!  Really!  A loft!)  An itty bitty kitchen with a stainless-steel microwave, a stainless-steel mini-fridge, and granite countertop.  (Yes!  Really!  Granite!)  A big-screen TV.  (Yes!  Really!  A big-screen TV!)  Built-in window seat next to the kitchen.  Cubbies galore.  Electricity.  Plumbing.  This thing is swanky, I'm tellin' ya.

It's a "dream playhouse" for kids, a benefit lottery ($25 per ticket) for...um...I can't remember the charity.  Um.  I'm a bad, bad person.  These types of raffles are all the rage, an offshoot, I would guess, of the McMansion generation's view of houses.  Gone is the playhouse of yesteryore, essentially a big wooden box with windows cut out.  Nope, it's swank city these days.  And they can bring in big bucks, too--one that I checked out while searching for pics of this particular playhouse raised $100,000.  (No pics.  Sigh.)

Okay.  The idea, of course, is to have it put in your backyard for the kids to play in.

The thought did cross my mind.  I thought OmegaDotter would really like to have it.

But...but...wail!...I want it for myself.  All to myself!

It is so cute.  It is so cozy.  I could have a room...all to myself.  Mine.  With my stuff in it.  I could retreat to it when things got too crazy.  I could curl up on the window seat, drape a comfy blankie over myself, heat up some yummy leftovers, turn on the tube and be alone.  I could listen to music I like, cranked up full blast.  I could stare out the (double-paned Anderson) windows and daydream.

Ahhhh.

I could do it for an entire day.  Sleep upstairs in the loft.  Putter around in the playhouse.  One playhouse I found in my (fruitless) search for pics was also wired for high-speed internet; of course, I would do the same with mine.  If I won it.  If I purchased the tickets.  

An entire day alone in my little playhouse.  Ahhhh.

Then reality sets in.  Nope, it wouldn't be mine.  Nosirree, not bloody likely; it would belong to OmegaDotter and her friends, and I would probably never be allowed in except to clean house.  So, the obvious answer is...two of these playhouses.

Right?

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