My house is for sale! *bouncing up and down* Yeah, yeah, it's in Merced, and I meant it when I said I never wanted to be in the same town as Diane ever again. But--but--It's the Judge's House (don't ask me what Judge, no idea. That's what Grandma always called it,) and I've been in love with this house as long as I can remember. I don't even care that it's pretty much sitting on the railroad tracks (it's, like, a five minute walk from the Amtrak station.) I love it. I want it. *putting on shoes* I need Lotto tickets. Lots and lots of Lotto tickets.