Dear Bora,

I don't know why but when you mentioned mansions, it immediately made me think of that game MASH. You know, the one where you choose a list of boys you might marry, how many kids you'll have, what kind of car you'll drive, and of course whether you'll have a Mansion, Apartment, House, or Shack. Even as a tween, I knew MASH was far from prophetic and that I had  bit more choice in those matters than how many spirals my BFF drew in the paper before I said, "stop."  Thank goodness I did not end up living in a shack that is full to bursting with my 9 children... though I wouldn't say no to that convertible I was promised. 

Love, Kate