Try to pronounce every one in a Hugh Grant-ish way: b-b-Bludy…

We spent the Memorial Day weekend in a friend’s million dollar house. Bloody $1.3456789 million.

Every bloody counter top in kitchen and 6 bloody bathrooms and the basement bar is granite or marble. The slate for the bloody bar is bigger than all the counter top pieces in our whole kitchen combined.

Every bloody faucet is bloody Kohler.

Every bloody door handle is contoured and brushed bloody nickel.

The bloody walk-in closet is bigger than our guest bedroom, with a bloody window.

The bloodiest thing of ’em all?

8 people sitting in around the bloody tiny old table, talking about strollers, bottles, and the second round of bloody babies.

What have we got ourselves bloody into?!