Today I wandered upon this Southern Belle of a home, surrounded by draping oak trees and swathed in taffeta.  Can't you imagine yourself drifting through the halls in your chiffon ball gown, floating down the front stairs and through the limestone tiled sun room?  In this house, the kids all play nicely together in the little Amish playhouse and never splash in the pool.  They also never track mud in the house and keep all the white and beige upholstery pristine.  The designer kitchen always remains spotless and the butler's pantry full of fine china is used every night for dinner.  You can throw the most sophisticated backyard "cook-outs" in the back patio and your in-laws, whom you love, will come stay in the plush guest house (but only for a short while).

Le sigh.