Adventures in House Hunting

Jason and I have been looking at our housing options. My two bedroom apartment doesn't seem quite right for us and Mickey and Dahlia- and as of yet I have been unsuccessful in convincing my Dad to sell his house to us for half price. (I'd also take his piano so he wouldn't have to worry about moving it - because I'm nice like that. You can see that this is a deal of a lifetime, for my Dad.)

So instead we've been working with a realtor to look at houses.

My favorite house-hunting moment so far was a house where each bedroom housed an animal of some kind. A cat, an iguana, a lizard etc. I wisely had second thoughts before opening the door to the backyard - and sent Jason out ahead to do some detective work. Good thing too - because his initial inspection revealed five goats. I started shrieking to our realtor, "I will not live in a goat house" and the showing quickly came to an end.

So the search continues...

Also, I recognize that I'm not a parent and have no business criticizing those valiant souls who participate in the noble work of parenting. BUT. Anyone who leaves their pre-teen children home alone knowing that two sets of realtors and various strangers are coming by to walk through their house, is an idiot.