Could it be?

We think we may have found a house. By “We” of course I mean that I have found a house and my dear sweet husband is prepared to let me have my way. That’s the way it should be. He leaves and goes to the office. I am stuck at home for most of the day. We should buy the one I like. On the other hand, he is the one who earns the paycheck and we should buy something that he can more than tolerate. Hey! Whose side are you on here?

Alright. I’ll tell the truth. We found two houses. One I like and one he likes. Both the same price. Both with motivated sellers. Both with 5 bedrooms and 3 baths. One is 3350 sq. ft. and the other is 2900 sq ft. Both in nice neighborhoods. But one is ordinary and Hallmark home-y and the other is funky, and a bit eccentric. The eccentric one has a neighborhood pool and tennis court, but the house is out-dated. The Hallmark one is completely finished inside (if a bit Pollyanna-ish for my tastes).

We’re buying the funky cool one. The big one. In the cool neighborhood. I hope.

I still have to convince the Computer Guy. And make an offer. And get it accepted. And get the paperwork together. And release my death-grip on that much money. And make it to closing. And get him to sign the papers with out crying. And get the flooring replaced before we move in. And pack and move seven people while my husband travels for work. And…

What? Shut up. It’s in the bag.