I always wanted a house with a white picket fence. It seemed like an important part of the American dream, along with a perfectly green lawn that never has dandelion problems. Well, we all know how that goes. Ha ha ha. And did you know how expensive an actual picket fence is? It’s crazy. Now when I see one around town, I think to myself that either they’re rich, or they have their priorities messed up. Besides, the chain link lets the light in, which is really nice since the front faces north. I hadn’t really thought of it that way until I was trying to figure out reasons to love the chain link, because that was what I was going to get. I take pride in how my house looks. Especially the outside – no one needs to see the inside on a regular basis, so that might get a little messy sometimes, but what are you gonna do? Just as long as Bethany or Joe don’t stop by unannounced, I’m good. But of course they always do stop by without calling first and there they are ringing the doorbell while I scramble to shove the dirty pots into the oven and close the bedroom door tight and hope they don’t see me through the window running around like a chicken with its head chopped off.