Sabbe Interior Design [the blog]: America's Hometown

Last week when we got home from the beach Mr. Sabbe proceeded to head straight back to the beach, one of the Boston beaches, with his friend Josh. I sadly had to stay home and catch up on work. But sometime throughout the day I found a major Craigslist score in Plymouth and when Mr. Sabbe got home this is how our conversation went....

Me: Will you ride with me to Plymouth to pick up something awesome I found on Craig's List.
Mr. Sabbe: {hesitation}
I mean who wouldn't want to sit in 5 o'clock Boston traffic during one of their very few vacation days!?
Me: You know the seller could be a total creepo.
Mr. Sabbe: {sigh, acknowledging that my statement was true} Can we go see the rock?
Me: Of course we can go see the rock!
Mr. Sabbe: deal
And we were off, horrendous traffic and all. But it was worth it.

In this scene I am pretending that Mr. Sabbe and I are the characters in The Notebook and he built me this house. Mr. Sabbe was not aware that this was the reason I made him pose in front of this house. I told him I needed a scale figure to show how big it was.

Brace yourself, this part is a little anti-climatic.

Yep, no bigger than my coffee table. All weekend in the Adirondacks we kept pointing to large, jagged rocks and saying "now that looks like a Plymouth Rock." This did not look like a Plymouth Rock. And the story I have believed since the first grade is pretty much not true. It was kind of sad. And then there was this....