House has been on the market for about 6 weeks now. We've had a lot of looks, gotten wonderful feedback about looks & pricing, and even made it into the Final 3 for one couple, who, upon "thorough inspection" of the house, found some non-structural mold on the back side where the siding abuts the ground (and occasionally is packed by snow). The mold caused freak-out, apparently, and we were taken out of the Final 3. People act like they never want to put another dollar into a home again--as if my $30,000 worth of floors and $7000 worth of windows and $10,000 worth of an updated sunroom isn't enough... SHEESH! Somebody please buy this house! (Speaking of freak outs...)
On another topic, we are moving. My lease is up at the end of April in my current rental house, and the house is too small for The Boy and both of our children. Our realtor has begged us not to move back into the Forest House, so as not to spoil the freshly painted white walls. The size of my current rental is pertinent because, on March 24, The Boy asked me to marry him--and gave me a sweet ring in a little box. Yes, it was all very perfect and accomplished very much in The Boy's style. And so, we plan.
Equally fun is that The Boy's oldest, a daughter (and her husband), are due a Little Sugar Cookie on September 14. (Because it's the very best description I can think of, I stole the cutesy name from my childhood best friend, who is Mimi to her own Sugar Cookie.) Imagine getting to become Wife and Gigi all in one day! Our Father, Great Creator, You are good.
