Look at the extreme caution and distaste Harry displays while retrieving his ball. He likes playing outside as much as I do.
The other one?
Really liked crawling around in the mud like he was Harry's puppy. Also liked the slide.
And his car. Sort of.
Trying to fly off the slide?
Not the best idea he has ever had
Notice all the mud and the destroyed yard and the Bobcat tracks going up our hill and the missing hunks of sidewalk? Yep. Me too. Know who else noticed them? The really cute, young, pregnant couple and their round little realtor who were looking at the townhouse 4 doors down from us. They smiled and said hi on their way too look at the place but after touring the complex for a few minutes, they beat a hasty retreat and made no eye contact as they were leaving. Awesome.
See, the thing is, we'd really like to sell our house and buy a new one. With another bedroom. A place for all the freaking toys. And extra garage stall for the Power Wheels. A yard big enough for a really ostentatious swing set and a dog I could constantly bitch about.
The mud field that currently surrounds us is not really helping the old curb appeal, you know? Oh! And you know what else isn't helping our upward mobility? THE RECESSION. THE COLLAPSE OF THE HOUSING MARKET. THE BUBBLE THAT BURST ONLY DAYS AFTER WE SETTLED INTO OUR HOME SWET HOME which we outgrew about thirty seconds after that.
Give us your best home buying/ selling tips? Please?
Sorry it's so ranty. Now that I am on hiatus from complaining about my dissertation, I need something else to find fault with. Am I a peach or what?