Nap nap. That's what I need. Sans cats.
Too early for a drink.
I liked the first house we saw, sort of. Brick, split foyer, two fireplaces, 1/2 acre lot (are we detecting a pattern here?) But custom-built by people with little or no taste, in 1963, with the original decor. I haven't seen furniture like that since my grandmothers died.
We got home and were reviewing brochures (all the agents have color printers and digital cameras, so they all print colored brochures now) and Chris said he didn't like it. I just LOOKED at him, that's all, I swear, and he fell to the floor, curled up into a fetal position, and started sucking his thumb.
I think it's starting to get to us. |
