Won't you please? Please won't you be...my neighbor. {anyone who isn't singing the Mr. Rogers theme, please raise your hand.} I've often thought how awesome it would be to have some real life blogger friends nearby. (I know there are a lot of Brooklyn bloggers but none that I pal around with) Anyone have an extra few million and want to be my neighbor? Bring on the real estate porn! This amazing pad is not too far from me. Think of the aMAZing parties we could have. And brunch, we could have brunch! Swoon. We can be bFFs! (blogger friends forever) Ok, I'm snaping out of dreamland now. Although that sick bathroom is making me double convinced I have to paint the shore bedroom an rich inky blue.