Okay, the house. It was perfect. It was in our price range. It had an accessory apartment in the lower level for my parents who want to sell their house and watch my kids if and when I should have some. My mom and I went to see it, then Chris went to see it, then Chris and his mom went to see it. Everyone and their mother loved it...literally, apparently, but Chris convinced us that it wasn't the house for us for a number of reasons including that we would be paying a butt load of taxes on 3 acres of property that had 2 acres of unusable marsh land. Plus the driveway was a steep, downward turn, which could potentially be terrible in the winter. There was an upside to this adventure: It forced us to get our duckies in a row (pre-qualification wise), we all are on the same page about the type of house we want, and it's making me want to purge, sell things on eBay, and just get organized in a general sort of way.
Ah, Lisa finally turns 21...what a party. She had a jumpy castle, beer pong, and tons of food because her father is one of the top caterers in Westchester. Woo-hoo!
That's my baby brother (almost 24) holding the ping pong ball in a round of beer pong....nice.
And just for fun, a picture of Lisa's year old boxer, Boomer!