Okay, so we didn’t get that house. Good! That means we get a little while longer to be smushed into this apartment together. (It’s actually a big apartment, but with all our stuff there isn’t a lot of space for humans to move around in. Result: we are smushed.) I like being smushed, it promotes togetherness. We would have rattled around in that big old house like two beans in a pot. Much better this way.
So, back to the hunt. Maybe we can find something a little smaller. (And a little cheaper.) All we really need is a bit of yard where I can lie in the sun and a garage where Gene can park a ’59 Mercury. That doesn’t sound too hard to find.
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