I grew up in a subdivision that had exactly 3 floorplans; well, 6, if you count that they did mirror images of each of them. It always reminded me of this song:
Little Boxes
Little boxes, on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky
Little boxes, on the hillside
Little boxes, all the same
There's a green one, and a pink one,
And a blue one, and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
And the people in the houses
All went to the University
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there's doctors, and there's lawyers,
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the University
Where they're all put in boxes
And they come out all the same
And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
