Here's a photo of the place (I'm assuming blogger will cooperate).
Cool, huh? Of course, the photo's taken very creatively -- it looks like it stands alone on a country estate or something (granted, one that's in the midst of a drought), and actually it's fairly surrounded by homes. But it's great. We are so, so excited. Assuming the deal does go through, that is.
Hilarious -- as I was typing "assuming the deal does go through," Bono sang "a house doesn't make a home" into my ear (through my new iPod! yay yay yay). God definitely has a sense of humor sometimes.
Speaking of sense of humor, I don't know that I have permission to steal this photo (either), but it cracks me up. There's a funny Web site that my boss passed along today (he's an 8-year-old boy, on the inside), that posts photos of 'kitlers'. That would be, cats that look like Hitler. It's awesome.
This is the best one:
Hee hee hee hee hee!Matt's already running around our present house, spackling and sanding and preparing to paint in preparation for selling. I'm going to be selling a house. This should be unpleasant. Fortunately, though, the purchase of new house isn't contingent upon the sale of this house. Mostly because we're not actually purchasing the other house -- Matt's dad is, then selling it to us in a couple of years. If you're curious about the details, feel free to ask. It's just a bit much to go into here. Here, where we can talk about Kitlers, instead!
