As part of our Fifth Anniversary Spectacular(!) - which was 24 full hours without Chicky (thanks to the in-laws), some sushi, and... you can use your imagination - Mr. C and I went to tour a house that had just come on the market.
(Oh sure, like you'd expect us to be having non-stop sex for 24 hours, right? We're not Sting and Trudy. Get a grip.)
The house was perfect in every way: Two car attached garage, three bedrooms with a fourth in the finished basement, redone kitchen with stainless and granite, family room, and a screened-in three season porch, all on over an acre of land in IN OUR PRICE RANGE. It was so wonderful I'm fairly sure if I rubbed the built-ins in the family room I'd be granted three wishes by a genie in a fez.
And the sellers already had a strong offer that they had accepted.
Funny thing is, we weren't even in the market for a new house. The one we're in is fine - not perfect, but fine - but this one popped up on the MLS updates we get by email and it spoke to us. It whispered sweet nothings in our ears of love and magical ponies and fellatio. But it was not to be.
I'm thinking of stalking the new owners. Maybe haunting their house and driving them out, ala Poltergeist or the Amityville Horror. Anyone know where I could get some corpses? Cheap?
No, we're not in the market but we like to look because even though we like our house, we don't love it. It needs work, just some updating, and frankly I don't know if I'm that emotionally invested in it to bother. Not to mention that I'm not enamored with our location. The town is fine but the neighborhood leaves something to be desired. Nothing like living near a family whose sons shot the neighbor's Bichon and your bedroom window with a paint gun and the parents were just like "Eh, it's just boys being boys".
It would be nice if they put their dog on a leash occasionally, too.
But I have to admit, it's going to be hard leaving this house if the next perfect one comes along. Mr. C and I were married in the backyard.
(I do not recommend that. Not for one second.)
This is where our dogs have grown up. This is the house we brought Chicky home to as a wee colicky newborn. And in the immortal words of the American Idol judges, we've really made it our own.
We've decided to work with a realtor anyway. The way I figure, it's going to take awhile for the perfect house to fall in our laps, so what's the bother in having a professional run around doing the work for us? In the meantime we'll patch up the scratched woodwork and maybe re-do the bathroom. And I'll buy my own paintball gun. Just in case.
A couple of the ladies are talking about the Buchholz no-hitter. One of our writers was there... with her Yankee-loving husband. She's a bigger woman than I.
Sarah is an Iron Girl - or as I call her, a glutton for punishment - and she's looking for more.
I'm becoming convinced that there is no such thing as a mother blogger from Maine. Or a father blogger for that matter. I've gone looking and everything and still no luck. Please help us spread the word. We're looking for one contributor from Maine who is a parent and also has a their own blog (and it doesn't have to be a "mommy blog"). If we don't find one soon we'll have to call ourselves the "Mamas from Five New England States, excluding that one with all the lobster". The email address is NEMamas [at] yahoo [dot] com.
Metro Mama and I decided to skip last month's ROFL Awards, due to all sorts of fucked uppedness that was going on in our lives.
But they're back! Yes! Back with a vengeance!
(If you don't know what in the Sam Hell I'm talking about go here.)
This coming Friday the July/August ROFL's will be posted so we need your nominations. Send the nominations for the funniest posts on teh internets (they don't have to be limited to parent bloggers either) to Chicky Chicky Baby 2 [at] yahoo [dot] com. Send them in by 10pm Eastern Time on Thursday, Sept. 6.
Oh, and because we skipped last month you can nominate a funny post from either July or August.
Spread the laughter and award someone another useless button for their sidebar. Get those nominations in now. Like, today. Or soon. Really soon. Tomorrow would be good. Or Wednesday... Thursday at the latest, 'kay?