Clearly I made a mistake by buying my little house in East Hartford, because if I’d waited I could have purchased Renee Zellwegger’s Pomfret house for a scant $1.5 million. Since it pretty much looks like my dream house, I’m trying to think outside of the real estate box here.
Perhaps we could all go in on this together and make it an investment for The CuT. We’ll hold writing workshops for snarky bloggers with too much time on their hands. And we’ll rent it out to WNPR a couple times a year for corporate retreats. I think I’ve got a solid business plan here, so someone get on calling the bankers.