Another long real estate day... we just finished writing up an offer on a house in Cypress. We don't like it as much as we liked the house in Long Beach, but after looking at crappy house after crappy house this afternoon, this one was a huge relief. The kitchen is sub-par, the rooms are on the small side, the closets are rather little, and the mirror in the main bathroom was obviously installed by someone who is way over five feet tall. I can only see the very top of my head.

However, the house includes what is quite possibly one of the swankiest rooms I've ever seen. It's a patio that's been enclosed and covered. There are windows on all sides, a wood burning stove, and a flat little carpet that leads up to some very 70's-looking tile. The tile is necessary because there is an enormous, pink, marbled jacuzzi in the corner, nestled in a dark wooden berth. The whole room is probably a good 400 square feet.

At dinner (J: "Do you want to eat at the Ninja Grill?" Me: "Ninja Grill? The sign says Inka Grill." J: "Well, I had the I, N, K, and A right." Me: "Honey, there's no K in 'ninja.'"), we brainstormed some possible names for that part of the house:

+ The Ski Lodge
+ The Charlie's Angels Room
+ Decadentia
+ Ponch & Jon's Place

We've already mentally put in a wet bar, a foosball table, and a drawer full of toothbrushes.

This house has multiple offers, too, but I can't imagine that there are offers from anyone who would develop the level of affection I already have for Speedo Palace.