Our ridgetop homes, our beach houses and cabins in the woods, our country houses and Hawaiian estates, our panoramic views and private parks-- our front yards and back yards-- our swimming pools and hot tubs, our outdoor kitchens and barbecue grills, our tropical gardens and evergreen lawns, our drip irrigation systems and automatic sprinklers, our very own tennis courts and basketball hoops and driving ranges and bowling alleys. Alright.
Our entry halls and powder rooms, grand stairs, and great rooms. Our family rooms and rec rooms and media rooms and TVs in every room. Our billiards rooms, personal gyms, dens, home offices, and home theaters. Our meditation rooms, sewing rooms, and craft rooms. Our wine cellars, utility rooms and mud rooms, walk-in pantries and walk-in closets, our his and her bathrooms, giant master bedrooms and sitting rooms and vanities and side-by-side king-size beds. Terrific.
Our side-by-side refrigerators and wine coolers and dishwashers, our double ovens and convection ovens and warming ovens and toaster ovens. Our appliance garages and trash compactors. Our occupancy sensors and Siris and sound systems and surveillance systems and security systems. Awesome.
Our catalogues by mail and our internet deliveries, our food deliveries and food processors and standing mixers, our cookie molds and melon scoops, our waffle irons and water filters, our electric corkscrews and nose hair trimmers, our stationary bikes and computerized treadmills, rubberized weights and yoga mats. Wonderful.
Our Kansas City steaks, Norwegian salmon, Swiss chocolate and hand-made pasta flown in from Modena. Our truffles from Piedmont and our saffron from Castille. Our double bacon cheeseburgers and giant chicken nuggets. Our Burger Kings and Jack-in-the-Boxes, Taco Bells and Wendy’s and Panda Expresses. Our Spago’s and French Laundry’s, our Eatalys and DeLuca’s. Our South Coast Plazas and Beverly Centers. Our Harrods and our Bergdofs, our Saks and Niemans. Yep.
Our Vuitton and Hermes and Chanel, our Cartier and Tiffany, our Givenchy, Burberry and McQueen, our Dolce and Gabbana, Prada and Gucci, Armani and Versace, this fall and next spring and the fall after that and the spring after that. Our dozens of shoes and dozens of suits and dozens of ties. Our evening wear and resort wear and ski wear. Our tennis outfits and golfing outfits. You bet.
Our two (and three and four) car garages, our Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Maseratis and our Teslas, our Harleys and Ducatis, our motorboats and sailboats, our pick-ups and trailers and RVs, our country clubs and yacht clubs. Our golfing gear and fishing gear and hiking gear and tennis gear. Our golf tournaments and golf courses in perfect desert weather, our water skis and snow skis in perfect winter weather, our ski trips in the Alps and the Rockies, our treks in the Himalayas and our rockets in space. Ok, wow.
Our baseball stadiums and our football stadiums, our outdoor arenas and indoor arenas. Our Disneylands and Six Flags, Universal Citys and Knotts Berry Farms. Our Olympics and our Wimbledons and our Superbowls. Our Coachellas and Burning Mans. Our Stones and Santana, our Weekend, Bad bunny and Rufus del Sol. So dope.
Our trips to Iceland and Thailand, Patagonia and Mongolia. Our holidays in Venice and Florence, Paris and Bordeaux, Barcelona and Madrid, Athens and Santorini. Our Caribbean cruises and our Mediterranean cruises. Our Ritz Carltons and Waldorf Astorias, our Four Seasons and Plaza Hotels. Our cooking classes and our yoga retreats and meditation retreats. Our agritourist sojourns in the Tuscan fields and our ecotourist trips to the jungles of Costa Rica. All good. No worries, no problem.