The Fulton house fell through. Too much money for all the repairs it needed. Built in 1928 and never updated. 3 bedrooms/1 bath. No functional garage.
And yet I still love that house. Kind of want to call the owner and tell them I was just kidding. I’ll take it. But I am positive my family members would quit talking to me.
Wish I was: fearless and knew how to use power tools.
I think of this quote:
Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit (the Fulton house has amazing potential and I will hate whoever ends up buying it because it should be mine).
Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad (Regardless, I would be in over my head).
Spent some time over at my sister’s house yesterday. I brought up baby stuff and touched her belly every time she walked by me. We talked about losing baby weight and she made the mistake of asking how long it took me to get rid of it (Caeden = back into clothes in about 3 weeks. Claire = took me almost a year. OMG. Who admits that?!)
Feeling good about my decision to keep the “after” posts private.
Feeling good about blogging more fun stuff here for you guys. Less sad more pretty (pretty houses, pretty pictures, pretty …) and then when you see a password post, just know it says things like, “THINGS ARE NOT PRETTY.” ha