2005-01-28 - 3:04 p.m.
Will search realtor.com and find a really cool house and want to move.
My poor husband. he's gonna forbid me from surfing the 'net.
I found a house. A few blocks from us, but bigger, more amenities, a little "nicer". I can hear him muttering "down girl" as I IM him with all the particulars.
No. We aren't looking to move. But sometimes on a slow day, I hit realtor.com and start poking around. Because you never know when Dream House will have just been put up for sale. And you have to be open to opportunity.
But since it's so close, we'll do a drive by. The real estate company's site had a few pix of the interior, which is quite lovely. All the woodwork is natural, as opposed to our house, where somewhere along the line someone decided to paint the woodwork. I don't think we are financially in the place to move. (Hey LA, how about some of your get outta debt advice? :) ) But still. it's nice to look.
Sunny here, but ass biting cold. Like. Teens. Brrrrr.
Not much else. Sold some stuff on ebay this week and made 80 bucks. It was excess cosmetic stuff. So I put on a brand new set of salt and pepper shakers (we got like three pairs as wedding gifts) and they haven't even had a look see, let alone a bid. The dang things are Noritake, for pete's sake! So I'm looking around my house to see what I can sell. Husband is growing nervous as I eye his Trek stuff.
No plans for the weekend, really. Girly lunch with J, then mostly poking around. The bathroom needs to be hosed down, that's for sure.
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