Upon getting home today after an Easter celebration involving eating brunch, walking in Great Meadows, and then screening a mediocre gay cowboy movie, I quickly scarfed down the four remaining Bertucci's chicken wings from the fridge. Little did I realize that they were spiced with a seed that would get lodged under my tongue somewhere in the recesses of my mouth that I just couldn't get rid of despite every creative thought I could think of. The first was the obvious drinking of water. I then moved on to gargling with mouthwash then I flossed hoping that it would be attached to a tooth. Next I tried masticating on a piece of old bread hoping that the bread would catch the seed in whatever standard path food drives behind my tongue. It is still stuck there and I am left debating whether to call a dentist, doctor, or phrenologist to keep it from driving me batty for the next few weeks. I may need to continue to seek strange cures like pouring baking soda and vinegar into the back of my mouth or sending Sarah into there with a pair of tweezers.

Regardless of that we also finally saw the neighbors condo. They are selling it and it is clear from walking across our wall into their condo that the original layout of our condo was a single floorplan for the entire floor. What that plan was is a mystery but the patterns on the wood on our floor go through the wall to form a rectangle on the other side of it. I tried to find an original floor plan for the Brookline one floor apartment, since most condos in Brookline share similar blue prints, but I was unable to find anything on the net. My guess is that taking two smaller units and mushing them into one would be a big nightmare both from a construction and financial point of view. It would be like taking two items worth $3 each and putting them together at great effort to make something worth $5. The easier thing to do would be to buy something that costs $6. Plus any thought of buying anything right now comes with the anxiety of a potentially bursting market. Would buying now but equivalent to becoming the greatest fool on the top of the greater fool pyramid or is it really just reality that prices go up on real estate in Boston over time and never come down all that much.

So not only do I have the seed stuck in the back of my throat I have this idea, whether it is a good one or not, or merging with my neighbor's condo to make the living space that we would need to have a growing family and not need to move to the burbs.