Pretty in Pink

A pink mansion. How badly did I want to live there?! I'd drink pink daiquiris, have pink flamingos for pets, sit under a tree with a pink parasol and watch pink sunsets. Someone gave me a bouquet of flowers this summer called the Pink Elegance Bouquet. Garbage. This is pink elegance. I imagine everyone who lives in these homes drink mint juleps all day and say things like 'I declare...' and are constantly fanning themselves out on the veranda. They attend cotillions and are debutantes. They have loads of money and consider anyone north of North Carolina as a Yankee. You wouldn't believe how many times I heard that word while visiting.