SELL BUY PROPERTY

BUYER: Megan Mullally and Nick Offerman
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA (Bel Air)
PRICE: $4,150,000
SIZE: 5,168 square feet, 4 bedrooms, 3.5 bathrooms

YOUR MAMAS NOTES: Earlier this week Your Mama and just about every other celebrity property gossip dissed and discussed the Los Angeles, CA residence comedic sitcom stars Megan Mullally (Will & Grace, Children's Hospital) and Nick Offerman (Parks and Recreation, Children's Hospital) recently pushed on the (open) market with a tumescent (and possibly sanguine) $12,650,000 price tag.

Naturally, being the nosy beotch we are, Your Mama wondered where the child-free couple planned to decamp. Well, dontcha know, before we could have a proper scour though the various property records databases we make us of to facilitate our—ahem—reportage, we heard from a beaver busy real estate lady we know, let's call her Della Catesen, who managed to balance a Brobdingnagian bowl of borscht and a petite Limoges platter stacked with deep fried cheese blintzes while she laboriously dialed her Old School Princess phone and conspiratorially snitched to Your Mama that Miz Mullally and Mister Offerman already purchased another, less expensive property in the Bel Air area.

Property records for the Bel Air residence in question are, we confess, a smidgen vague; Ownership of the new home is through an eccentrically-named trust managed, it's worth nothing, by the same fella whose name appears on the deeds and documents for the couple's up-for-sale nest in the celebrity-packed Bird Streets area high above L.A.'s world-famous Sunset Strip. Howevuh, butter beans, Missus Catesen swore to Your Mama on her ever-present Boar's Head ham chub that she has it on unimpeachable authority that the new owners of a very contemporary house tucked privately into the tail end of a quiet cul-de-sac above the Stone Canyon Reservoir and bought in late days of 2011 for $4,150,000 are none other than Miz Mullally and Mister Offerman.

Listing information easily teased up out of the murky depths of the interweb, shows the two story contemporary residence—a sort of post-modern meets minimalist sort of pastiche—was built in 1992 and has 4 bedrooms and 3.5 bathrooms in an undeniably spacious but hardly huge 5,168 square feet.

The boxy, mostly grey massing at the front of the house strikes hard with a formidable and—from some angles—unfriendly and even forbidding street presence. While some of the children will surely whine about how this house looks like a parking garage or an architect-designed prison facility—and it sort of does—Your Mama happens to be unapologetically fond of residential buildings that present a private and sometimes unfriendly face to the world.

The front doors give way to an unexpectedly long and voluminous foyer that cuts a wide, traffic-managing swath through the middle of the multi-winged mini-mansion. The open tread floating staircase that (melo)dramatically bisects the space and injects the room with a goose-pimply soupçon of possible peril, and the barely there frame-less glass wall that opens to the reflecting pool-sized swimming pool, are absolutely impressive architectural conceits but alas it also looks to Your Mama a tetch too much like the lobby of a self-important talent agency.

The elevated, mountain-side siting of the house reveals itself in the roomy, just-about-square living room where vast panels of glass that flank the monolithic concrete chimney breast serve up far-reaching views over the jagged, mansion-dotted canyons and sparkling reservoir to the (mostly) untamed mountain tops that stand between the blinged-out Platinum Triangle from her mousier—and some might say one-eyed—real estate cousin, the San Fernando Valley.

We can't confirm it but Della Catesen told us her people told her Miz Mullally and Mister Offerman have embarked on some renovations to their newly scooped residence in Bel Air. If true—and why wouldn't it be?—there's really no telling what the place looks like now, but at the time of their acquisition the eat-in kitchen orbited around a large, L-shaped center island and was outfitted with snow white, hardware-less cabinetry, high-gloss jet black counter tops and the expected collection of top-grade stainless steel appliances frequently found in multi-million dollar contemporary homes around the globe. A long wall of floor-to-ceiling glass connects to a dining and entertaining terrace with sweeping views over the surrounding roof tops to the the reservoir and mountains beyond.

A family room/den (with what appears to be polished concrete floors) has a towering wall of glass next to which curls a spiral staircase that leads up to a clerestory-windowed loft area with more long and spectacular views over the canyons, mountains and reservoir. The by-now-proverbial vistas get even more panoramic in the second floor master bedroom where two complete walls of glass provide the thrilling illusion that the room hovers recklessly over the tree tops towards the reservoir.

Some of the downstairs rooms have entire walls of glass that look into an interior courtyard planted with a small stand of bamboo and other rooms on the lower level have long expanses of floor-to-ceiling windows, some with glass doors that conveniently connect to the numerous patios and terraces that surround the house. The children may recall that the backyard swimming pool at Miz Mullally and Mister Offerman's home in The Birds is confoundedly puny even for Your Mama who can really get behind the notion of plunge pool. Maybe the Mullally-Offermans just don't like to swim much? As it turns out the swimming pool at their new house in Bel Air is also on the too-small side, a situation somewhat mitigated, maybe, by it's interesting if unnecessary and rather intimate co-mingling with the house.

Given that Miz Mullally and Mister Offerman paid just under four million bucks for their house in The Birds, should they get anywhere even in the ballpark of their $12,650,000 asking price they ought to have plenty of Benjamin Franklins left over to cover the entire purchase price of their new nest in Bel Air as well as any improvements or renovations they may choose to undertake.

listing photos: Sotheby's International Realty

Did y'all hear the executors of the estate for late Saudi royal fat cat Sultan bin Abdulaziz—otherwise known as the deceased Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia and the 12th son of long ago deceased King Abdulaziz—have made his behemoth, 45-bedroom pied-à-terre in London available, according to the Financial Times, to "a select list of wealthy international buyers" with a whispered and rumored, sky-high asking price of £300,000,000.

No, chicken livers, Your Mama did not mistakenly or drunkenly add an extra zero. The palatial, palace-sized residence, situated directly across the road from Hyde Park in the high-nosed South Kensington 'hood, actually has a price tag of three hundred million pounds. A quick consultation with our currency conversion contraption shows that amounts to n pocketbook pillaging $482,670,000 (U.S.).

Half a billion dollars for a 60,000 square foot single family residence with 45 bedrooms? That's not a house, children, it's a gawdamn boo-teek hotel.

The seven-story house, originally built as four separate townhouse-style residences, was previously owned by Rafiq Hariri, a Lebanese multi-billionaire and former Prime Minister of Lebanon, who was assassinated in Beirut in 2005. At some point after Mister Hariri's murder, the house was given—that's given to and not purchased by—the late Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, who went to meet the great oil man in the sky last October and with whom Mister Hariri had close (and lucrative) business connections.

Besides the 45 bedrooms—just enough for Prince Sultan, his 12 wives and their 32 children to each have their own private sleeping chamber—the civic center-sized mega-mansion is reported to include millions of dollars worth of gold leafing, a large indoor swimming pool, an industrial-sized catering kitchen, underground parking facilities, several elevators and more than 120 (allegedly) bullet-proof windows, 68 of which face Hyde Park.

Other than the gated motor court in front, there does not seem to be much—if any—other outdoor space and we can't speak for the children but for almost half a billion dollars we would really require at least a wee terrace and patch of grass on which our long-bodied bitches, Linda and Beverly, can sun and relieve themselves in the privacy of their own property. Half a billion bucks and you gotta have a full-time handler to exercise and toilet the dogs 4-6 times a day? Pleeze.

Even with the still snappin' and cracklin' ultra high-end global real estate market in London (and elsewhere) it's difficult for Your Mama to imagine anyone would actually pay half a billion dollars for a private home even if it does, as Your Mama's elementary school mathematics reveal, encompass a gut-twisting 1.38 acres of interior space.

It boggles and betwixts Your Mama's booze-addled brain just to consider the Herculean effort and monumental amount of money required to staff and maintain this house in the manner befitting a bajillionaire Saudi Arabian royal. Just imagine the monthly heating electric bills for this 60,000 square foot house in damp and often chilly London. They easily and alone probably run many times more than a full-time minimum wage domestic worker in U.K. (and/or America) earns in an entire month. Maybe you do or do not want to think about that next time you pay $4.59 for a gallon of gas in Los Angeles or $8.50 for  3.8(ish) liters of petrol in London, an amount about equal to a gallon of gas.

exterior photo: Google

 SELLERS: Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick
LOCATION: New York City, NY
PRICE: $24,995,000
SIZE: 6,800+- square feet, 5-6 bedrooms, 5 full and 3 half bathrooms

YOUR MAMAS NOTES: Your Mama awoke at the crack of dawn this foggy but clearing morning to a covert communique from a kindly tattletale—let's call him Benjamin Bigapple—who kindly let us know the 25-foot wide New York City townhouse Sarah Jessica Parker and Matthew Broderick (allegedly) snatched up last year for $18,995,000 is back on the market with a new and significantly higher asking price of $24,995,000.

Property records Your Mama peeped show the deed last transferred in March 2011 to a obliquely-named trust handled by Frank Selvaggi, a fella well known amongst all us nosy property gossips as the business manager of Miz Parker and, we presume, any number of other notable and/or high net worth individuals. The townhouse sellers, as per property records and reports from the time of the March 2011 sale, were Malaysian media mogul Clive Ng and fashion model Farrah Summerford who themselves picked up the 165-year old red brick townhouse in the busy heart of Greenwich Village in June 2000 for $5,034,000.

The selling couple—we assume they are (or were then) romantically linked—converted the property back to a 6,800-ish square foot single family house in the early Aughts, according to listing information from 2009 that we dug up on the interweb. Current listing information and marketing materials indicate the elevator-less townhouse has five bedrooms, five full and three half bathrooms, and seven working fireplaces. Listing information from 2009 indicated the townhouse is also equipped with a bunch of other fancy stuff like a five-zone HVAC system, a phone system with 11 (and up to 250) active lines, and state-of-the-art security that includes a video intercom and five cameras with 24-hour time lapse recordings and on-demand accessibility from any computer from anywhere in the world.

A terrific stoop—and who doesn't love a New York City stoop?—rises to the parlor floor foyer that connects to both the formal living and dining rooms that can be separated by pocket doors but that together stretch forty-plus feet from the front clear through to the back of the house. A powder pooper for guests was well placed for privacy at the far end of the foyer/stair hall and a wonderful wet bar was advantageously nestled into an alcove in the dining room. A glass-paned door in the booze nook opens to a finely- and no-doubt expensively-engineered floating staircase that descends to the lower level and completely landscaped rear garden.

The garden floor, Boffi brand center island kitchen may be an annoyingly long schlep from the parlor floor formal dining room but it is something to behold, lavishly finished with bone-colored hardwood floors and giant slabs of marble and comfortably endowed with a kitchen-sized pantry and the full complement of top-notch and/or commercial-grade appliances. An adjoining breakfast area links to the thickly-planted, bi-level backyard.

The front of the garden level has a convenient under-the-stoop service entrance, an exceptionally generous storage closet, a small but agreeably located half bathroom, and a petite but hardly minuscule bedroom (with fireplace and private pooper) most likely to be occupied by a live-in domestic worker or possibly pressed into use as, we can easily imagine, a home office, Pilates studio, fetish suite, recording studio and/or etc.

There are two, small and window-free bathrooms on the third floor that service three guest/family bedrooms, two of which are, to say the least, awkwardly shaped. The full-floor master suite on the fourth floor offers two walk-in closets/dressing rooms plus additional closets space, full-width private terrace with garden view, and a bedroom-sized bathroom outfitted with a free-standing soaking tub, separate shower, two sinks, and a discrete cubby for the crapper.

The uppermost floor contains an voluminous, forty-plus foot long sky-lit family room with wood floors (that may or may not be antique) and a long wall of almost floor-to-ceiling magazine racks, bookcases and display shelves. A half bathroom saves time and energy climbing stairs and a small, separate office could be converted to a bedroom in a pinch. The basement level has a laundry room, lots of storage space, a couple of flexi-use rooms, and a three-quarter bathroom.

Back in March (2012) when all us celebrity property gossips were punch drunk with rumors and reports about the Parker-Brodericks picking up a pair of side-by-side townhouses on a leafy street in Brooklyn's Brooklyn Heights 'hood, there were more rumors and reports—kick-started by the celeb sleuths at the New York Daily News—about the (allegedly) itchy-footed couple "quietly shopping" their newly acquired Greenwich Village townhouse "after remodeling" but "having never moved in."

The thing is, as the more eagle-eyed children have probably already noted, current listing photos show the spacious interior spaces all done up with the nearly exact same day-core as was seen in the listing photos from September 2009. The sameness isn't just with the choice and configuration of the furniture but it goes right down to the art on the walls and the collection of perfume bottles on the slender mantel in the bedroom-sized bathroom in the fourth floor master suite. There are some very subtle differences—i.e. the earlier, 2009 listing photos don't show blue-grey bath mats on either side of the bathtub in the master bathroom—but they're so as to be inconsequential to the overall identicalness.

So, what's happening here, children? Were the current photos regurgitated from the previous listing in order to protect the privacy of the Parker-Brodericks? Did Matt and Sarah Jessie purchase the urban mansion fully furnished and decorated down to the wood-framed mirrors over the parlor floor mantels, the seal grey, tufted velvet wing back chairs in the living room that look to Your Mama like they probably cost more than our BMW, and the pair of abutted, matching, marble-topped round tables in the dining room? We'll let y'all chaw on and hash out that dilemma for yourselves.

In addition to the up-for-grabs Greenwich Village townhouse and the two red brick townhouses in Brooklyn they may (or may not) have acquired earlier this year, the Broderick-Parkers' property portfolio currently contains, according to our sources and resources, a 4,000+ square foot townhouse in the West Village bought way back in April 2000 for $2,995,000 as well as a couple of small houses in the Hamptons—one of which is ocean front—purchased in two separate transactions in the summer of 2005 for a total of $6,600,000.

Due to the three hour time difference between the east and west coasts, their apparent sleeplessness, and our molasses-like abilities, the ever-industrious kids at Curbed got their discussion of the matter up before we did.

interior listing photos: Sotheby's International Realty
exterior photo: Nicholas Strini for Property Shark

SELLER: Esai Morales
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA
PRICE: $1,097,000
SIZE: 2,480 square feet, 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms

YOUR MAMAS NOTES: We received an unexpected and brief communique yesterday from Birdie Chirper who kindly and thoughtfully let Your Mama know that Brooklyn-born and bred Puerto Rican actor Esai Morales pushed his modest (if not exactly cheap) long-time residence in Los Angeles, CA on the market with a $1,097,000 asking price.

Mister Morales's big Showbiz break—if it can be called that—came in 1987 when he was cast in the Richie Valens biopic La Bamba with Lou Diamond Phillips. He went on to appear in dozens of films and television shows (i.e. Naked Tango, Rapa Nui, L.A. Doctors, American Virgin), most of which Your Mama has never heard of before. Since the turn of the century Mister Morales has made a living and a name for himself primarily (but not solely) on boob-toob police procedurals and sci-fi thrillers like NYPD Blue, Vanished, 24: Day Six-Debrief, Jericho and Caprica. Most recently he was seen on the easily digestible cable program Fairly Legal and appears to have a shy handful of movies coming down the pike.

Property records reveal Mister Morales bought his house house in the Hollywood Hills near the top of Nichols Canyon way back in May 2000 for $749,000. Current listing information shows the single story residence—an architecturally unholy hybrid between a classic, William Mellenthin-esque California ranch and a gawddam barn—was built in 1957, measures 2,480 square feet and includes a total of four bedrooms and three reasonably well maintained but woefully outdated-looking bathrooms.

We really can't say why after a dozen year Mister Morales has decided to sell his house in the Hollywood Hills but people often sell (and/or buy) homes due to death, divorce and diapers, otherwise (unofficially) known by most professional property purveyors as The Three Ds of Real Estate. As it turns out, salt and pepper-haired Mister Morales and his lady-friend Elvimar Silva made a baby together in late 2010 so, according to the accepted (but entirely unofficial) rules of celebrity real estate, that may (or may not) have something to do with it.

Anyhoo, once a person gets past the mousy front yard and the proto suburban-style front door, things get a teensy bit better in the living and dining rooms, divided by a massive, room-defining double-sided stone fireplace. Both have a vaulted and sky-lit wood beamed ceiling and wide banks of multi-paned sliding glass doors that link to the backyard and swimming pool.

The day-core, if it can be called that, consists of little more than a geometrically arranged capiz shell chandelier, a couple of this and thats hanging on the walls, and slim collection of sad, mostly beige and brown furnishings. Maybe Mister Morales isn't much for day-core or maybe Staging Lady in a Pink Toyota has been up in there removing any furnishings, artwork and/or other personal items that might actually give the house a little personality but, right now, this is not a house that looks to Your Mama like it would make a very interesting dinner companion. You know what we're saying? It's not offensive, it's just so plain, quotidian.

There are unassuming medium-brown wood floors in the living room that switch to polished paver tiles in the dining room that extend right on into the galley-style eat-in kitchen outfitted with faux-rustic pine paneling on the ceiling, lackluster wood cabinetry, and ecru-grouted cornflower blue tiles on the counter tops. Some of the upper cabinets have glass fronts for dish- and glassware display and the appliances are, at best, a ho-hum, medium-grade mix of black and stainless steel. Again, it's not an entirely offensive situation, it's just, well, there. Quite frankly, a little paint and elbow grease would do this kitchen a real damn decorative and design solid without having to go to the extreme expense of gutting it, which is what most of the children will undoubtedly think needs to be done to salvage the situation. We do appreciate the adjacent laundry room but think there's an awful lot of doors in there for such a small space.

A long, dim and narrow Y-shaped corridor connects the main living areas to the bedroom wing where the master bedroom has a vaulted wood-beamed ceiling, pillow-lined bay window seat with view of the Chinese slate and red brick surrounded swimming pool, and sliding glass doors that lead to a more private part of the yard with a spa. Listing photos indicate—but we can't confirm—a dressing area/closet-lined hallway joins the master bedroom to a dated and perfectly ordinary master bathroom.

Mister Morales's house may be hard up on one of the more heavily trafficked streets in the (admittedly not very heavily trafficked) 'hood but it's also surrounded by some prime Tinseltown real estate. Some of the nearby homes and estates are owned by beau-hunk actor Jake Gyllenhaal, quintessentially L.A. artist David Hockney, former sitcom star Justine Bateman, bandleader Ricky Minor (who bought his house last year from sitcom star Katey Sagal), and filmmaker Quentin Tarantino who had big ol' beef last year about obtrusive bird noise that emanates from next door neighbor screenwriter Alan Ball's aviary.

listing photos: Coldwell Banker

SELLER: Vince Vaughn
LOCATION: Chicago. IL
PRICE: $16,750,000
SIZE: 12,000 square feet, 5 bedrooms, 4 full and 4 half bathrooms

YOUR MAMAS NOTES: Everyone who pays even a speck of guilty-pleasured attention to the celebrity real estate scene already knows by now that People's Choice and Teen Choice award-winning actor Vince Vaughn quietly (and allegedly) had his titanic, 12,000(ish) square foot Chicago, IL triplex penthouse shopped around last year with a sky-high $24,700,000 asking price and that in June (2012) the 19-room perch atop the Palmolive Building on swanky Michigan Avenue popped up on the open market with a substantially lower $18,400,000 asking price.

Well, dontcha know little darlings, just like the earlier (and alleged) $24,700,000 price tag, the $18,400,000 price tag also appears to be a little more rose-tinted than the upper end Windy City real estate market will currently bear and the price tag has been reset for less at $16,750,000.

A few quick clickety-clacks on Your Mama's bejeweled abacus indicates that amounts to almost eight million clams less than Mister Vaughn originally (and allegedly) wanted for his Lindbergh Beacon-topped behemoth and just about nine percent less than its first official, open-market asking price.

The three-floor aerie, acquired by Mister Vaughn in September 2006 for $12,000,000, devotes the entire middle floor to formal entertaining (with 28-foot long living and dining rooms and eat-in kitchen), the lower floors to intimate family quarters, and the uppermost floor to the pursuit of millionaire-style home-based amusements and diversions, according to listing information.

In addition to a gorgeously-restored, paneled office once occupied by Playboy founder Hugh Hefner back in the day when the publication's corporate offices were in the building, the top level entertainment spaces allows Mister Vaughn and his guests to watch movies in the screening room; play pool and put puzzles together (or whatever) in the games room; fix a snack (or whatever) in a seven-foot by seven-foot second kitchen; grab a beer or mix a cocktail in the separate bar; laze and lounge around in a den/family room; crash in the penthouse's fifth bedroom, step out for a smoke or toke on the good-sized terrace surrounded by city and lake views and the perfect spot, as per marketing materials, for taking in Chicago's annual Air & Water Show.

Mister Vaughn currently owns a much more modest but still pretty big by middle-class standards 4,008 square foot townhouse just north of The Loop in Chicago acquired in summer 2005 for $1,425,500 and currently used as a rental, according to top-notch property gossip Bob Goldsborough at the Chicago Tribune.

The children can make what they will of this snippet of (previously leaked) rumor and gossip but no fewer than two of Your Mama's Platinum Triangle inside operators recently snitched that Mister Vaughn might be willing to shell out eight figures for the right, movie star-style residence in Los Angeles. Regardless of whether that particular celebrity property gossip nugget is fact or fiction, Mister Vaughn has already, at least once before rode the bull at the Tinseltown real estate rodeo. From 1999 until 2005, when he unloaded it for $4,050,000, Mister Vaughn owned a gated and privately situated, 1930s Mediterranean mini-estate in in L.A.'s celeb-friendly Los Feliz area that's now owned, as per the public property records we peeped, by Emmy-nominated sci-fi television writer/producer René Echevarria (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Dark Angel, Medium, Castle, Terra Nova).

exterior photo: City of Chicago via American Architecture

SELLER: Megan Mullally and Nick Offerman
LOCATION: Los Angeles, CA
PRICE: $12,650,000
SIZE: 3,803 square feet, 3 bedrooms, 3.5 bathrooms

NOTE TO THE CHILDREN: Before we get to the meat of the matter Your Mama feels the (probably unwise) compulsion to address the few but wicked-tongued naysayers who have reared their angry heads here the last few weeks.

Despite what some of y'all may think, the truth of the matter is, due to the nature of providing regular and ongoing content for this here blog-thingy and the various other (sometimes related) projects we having going at any given time Your Mama can't recall having more than three days off in a row in more than five years. That's not a complaint, just a statement of fact. Don't believe Your Mama? Ask our spouse The Dr. Cooter who sometimes gets (justifiably) annoyed at the amount of time we spend around here or any of the 292 posts we've put up so far this year or the 425 posts we did in 2011. Some of y'all may not always care for the schedule we keep, the bastardized syntax we sometimes use and/ or appreciate the quality of the "celebrity" we're discussing on any given day but that don't mean we're slacking off. Bitch, pleeze.

We love working our little online endeavor, but like everyone else, sometimes Your Mama needs a day here and a day there to take care of personal business. We're not really sure who these people are who think we or anybody else ought to be chained to our trusty (if sometimes mercurial) laptop computer seven days a week but that's just ludicrous. Don't like it? Well, that's just do damn bad for you, ain't it? Think we ought to hire someone to help when we're otherwise occupied with such trivialities of life as, say, selling a house and moving to a new city as Your Mama and the Dr. Cooter are doing right now? How about you volunteer your services or, better yet, cough up a fat donation to help pay for a back up girl. We may be married to a doctuh, hunties, but that don't mean Your Mama don't have to bring in some dinero to help maintain our household.
So, seriously, settle down now, take your blood pressure medication, mix a gin & tonic and get a damn grip before you give yourself a heart attack griping about some silly blog focused on the terrifically inane and entirely inconsequential (yet intriguing) milieu of celebrity real estate. Capiche? Capiche.

Now then, let's move on...

YOUR MAMAS NOTES: Maybe it's because those hunky but whiny Winklevii twins just dropped $18,000,000 for the pushy-sexy and newly-completed contemporary crib next door or maybe, of course, it's some other entirely different reason but whatever the reason(s) Emmy-winning sitcom star Megan Mullally and wood-working actor Nick Offerman recently put their longtime Los Angeles, CA residence up for sale with a $12,650,000 price tag.

Miz Mullally's to-date professional pinnacle came in the late 1990s as the acerbic, sassy and ostentatiously rich Karen Walker on Will & Grace, a role for which she received two Emmys and numerous more nominations. Since that program went dark in 2006 the petite fireplug has—ahem—shilled for I Can't Believe It's Not Butter and shaken her money maker in a number of recurring roles on a variety of tee-vee projects including (the short-form) Children's Hospital and the highly regarded sitcom Parks & Recreation.

Her droll hubby Nick Offerman, a capable and accomplished wood-worker and furniture maker in his spare time, has toiled in Tinseltown for an ice age but didn't really get his big Showbiz break until 2009 when he appeared in the quirky movie The Men Who Stare at Goats and was cast the same year as the lovably dystopic Libertarian Ron Swanson on Parks and Recreation. Like his wife, Mister Offerman also appears regularly on the long-running, short-form sitcom Childrens Hospital.

Property records show Miz Mullally and Mister Offerman purchased the 1963 contemporary, a crisp collection of white cubes tucked behind a tall, painstakingly maintained and very green hedge, in March 2003 for $3,950,000. It doesn't take an arithmetic expert to recognize that should the homebody sitcommers realize a sale price anywhere near their asking price they'll be rolling in real estate clover to be sure.

The single story residence, fairly modestly scaled for well-to-do Tinseltown types and photographed for the glossy pages of the September 2010 issue of Elle Decor, measures 3,803 square feet with, according to current listing information, three bedrooms and 3.5 bathrooms.

Although Miz Mullally has a keen interest in and knack for the decorative arts—she told the Elle Decor people she'd pick interior decorator as a second career—the day-core was done up and did over with the guidance of talented L.A.-based lady-decorator and shopkeeper Ames Ingham who balanced snow white walls, ebony-stained wood floors and (mostly) neutral-toned linen and velvet upholstered pieces with bold graphic patterns and vivid zings of bright and saturated color.

The long, sky-lit entrance hall hung—with nearby powder pooper sheathed in exquisite black and white peacock feature print wall covering by murdered Australian textile designer Florence Broadhurst—extends deep into the house where it pops opens up to a low-key "formal" living room with fireplace, multiple seating areas, and wide bank of windows that frame a ponderous view of Los Angeles that extends—on a clear day—beyond the gleaming towers of Century City to the Pacific Ocean.

A matching set of framed, suzani print panels in the otherwise all black and white dining room flank the doorway to the relatively compact, clean-lined kitchen. Current online listings don't show the kitchen but in the Elle Decor spread it's shown cleanly outfitted in flat-fronted, white-washed oak cabinetry with simple, nipple-like pulls, buff-colored CaesarStone countertops and, natch, high-grade appliances. The adjoining breakfast/family room takes on a decidedly feminine pink-, fuchsia- and plum-accented color palette with an abstract print rug and a lovely collection of small artworks hung salon-style.

Like the living room, the serene, nearly all white master bedroom opens to the back yard and view through a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows and the attached bathroom is equipped with a separate soaking tub and shower and custom, white-washed oak cabinetry similar (if not identical) to that in the kitchen.

The wedge-shaped backyard may be small but it's flat—a real estate blessing in these steep-ravined parts—and offers a few terraces up near the house, a good sized lawn for the pooches and other household pets to do their dirty bizness, and a plunge-sized swimming pool ringed by eight meticulously clipped and damn cute boxwood orbs. Then, of course, there's the view, the exact sort of thing multi-million dollar real estate dreams are woven with in Los Angeles.

In addition to the Mullally-Offermans and those Winklevii fellas, the Bird Streets neighborhood—so-called because all the streets are named after birds, natch—is home to scads of rich and famous folks who include (bur are far from limited to) Keanu Reeves, Leonardo Di Caprio, and prolific songwriter Diane Warren who bought her H-shaped house way back in 1995 for $2,625,000 from billionaire media and music mogul David Geffen.

listing photos: Keller Williams Beverly Hills