Neighbors

So we might be considering a move to L.A. Poor Preston spends more than two hours in traffic, commuting from Orange County to his office downtown every day. A man he works with has a house he will to rent us for a STEAL OF A DEAL (by L.A. standards, anyway) so we drove up to look at the house the other day. This is what we were met with...



Ok so maybe it's not the house we are looking to rent but it's RIGHT NEXT DOOR. I mean, right. next. door. As in, we could see Willy Wonka's chocolate factory from our bathroom window. This is not a joke. After I emailed these pictures to my parents, they called to clarify that I was kidding. But I wasn't.

We don't have any idea yet whether we will stay in the OC or move to LA yet but it does make me grateful for these neighbors...


...who ride bikes with us along the beach after church on Sunday, let us cuddle their cute baby in Sacrament, and do not live in a psychedelic house.