Well, it has begun. We're officially house hunting.
We saw 7 houses between Saturday and today, which includes a house Guy saw in Pottstown on the way to a client's on Friday.
We went there today to see it, because he's in love with it.
My husband is in love with a house in Pottstown.
I can't believe I'm saying that.
It has a whole bunch of things about it that I like: Privacy, a driveway, quiet, school for Spencer that won't cost as much as college.
But it's in Pottstown. I'd never been there before today. I'm going to pick up and move to a place I'd only just been to today.
Oh, did I mention Guy loves it? At every turn he's mentioning something else that's great about it.
Are all men this hyperfocused? Do they get SO fixated on something that they forget that others have opinions and thoughts or even exist for that matter? Is it like dogs when they get on the scent of an animal they're stalking? Like you can't stop them unless you practically choke them with a leash?
I'm about ready to buy a choke chain and get to work on some obedience around here.
...eeesh!
