You are dead to me! And you know what? I didn't even cry at your funeral. 


As you might guess, it didn't "work out" with this peach palace. Turns out we're good luck for houses. After standing vacant for something like three years, our offer resulted in the house being sold to someone else. But it's OK. I mean, the fact that the owner was being so stubborn about the house generated an aura of bad vibes for me. I pictured the nursery inside less and less. It was being filled with bad juju I didn't want around my kid.

I've moved on. That house is a speck in my rearview mirror. Since then I have fallen in love with two houses. The first, again, SOLD. (If you are trying to sell a house, let us know. We will feign interest, make a fake offer, and maybe it will sell. That seems to be how it works. My friend S. suggest we "sneak up on" the next one. Not sure how to do that though. Maybe we should dress in black and examine it by night with flashlights?)

Anyway, the second one I fell in love with is my current flame. Unfortunately I don't have any pictures to show you. But let me tell you, it's special. I mean, really amazing. It has handpainted tile and cool Mexican-y carved wooden doors. It also has some less desirable characteristics like a broken jacuzzi tub with a leak overhead, and there's the fact that it needs to have an extra bedroom carved out of the existing space. BUT despite that, I am way into it. This Saturday we are taking one of Fran's relatives who is an engineer to examine the house and let us know if it has any major flaws and about how much work it needs.

Wish us well!