I jokingly sent this house plan to BJ last night, and now we're actually thinking about building a castle, because why the hell not? You only live once, right? And it's a very reasonably sized castle. I especially like the "whatever" room above the garage.
It would have to have a basement, because there's no place for important things like a furnace or a hot water heater in that drawing. I suppose we could just use the heat from the fireplace to boil water from the moat. The rest of the basement would be one huge room we'd call the "Great Hall." The bathrooms would, of course, be called "privies." It would need arrow slits and murder holes. After all, our friend Ben is already planning a siege. ("Kids, it's Saturday! Time to boil the oil!") The master bedroom also needs a soaking tub. It would have to be made a little larger. And the hallway upstairs is goofy, the way the closets extend into the hallway. I'd move them. And I'd make the bedroom
The longer I think about it, the more building a castle seems like the only logical thing to do.
Hey, when the zombie apocalypse happens, you're going to feel stupid for not building a castle.
In other news, the Mediterranean bar at Kroger (where they have the best olives EVER) has roasted garlic. I made the most amazing garlic bread last night. I am addicted. You may never want to speak to me in person again, but I'm totally safe from vampires. An important consideration if I'm going to be living in a castle...