Well, we sold our house. Almost. We have a signed contract and earnest money on it, and if they don't back out within the next 9 days it's a done deal. By the way, it's a CASH deal. Wow. I hope someday I'm able to pay CASH for a HOUSE. The house has been on the market for a month, and so for a month I have been racing around the house all day, inside and out, trying to keep it looking great. Not that easy with a 5 year old.
Jonah, on Sunday afternoon, came inside and told me he needed to potty. He has to have an escort to any part of the house that's not the living room. So I say let's go, but he wants to go outside. OK, just don't let anyone see you, I say. He comes back in to say there are people outside next door, and he just can seem to find a hidden spot. Can he go close to the carport, he asks. Yes, just don't get it on the car, I say. In a few minutes, he reports that the deed is done. He had, of course, peed right inside the carport, leaving a nice sized puddle right next to the doormat.
On an unrelated note, just a few minutes ago I took the trash out to the can and when I put the bag into the can some drops of moisture flew up and landed on my face. And in my hair. Not good. I'm sure my friend Lance would appreciate that story.
Another unrelated note: the other day my mom told me that a lady she works with admitted that every so often, she has to eat dirt. Literally. She gets a craving for it. But it has to be this specific dirt from Nacogdoches. Mom said she didn't remember that I used to eat paper as a child. She says she never knew. How could she not? Maybe I only did it at school. But I ate probably several packages of notebook paper as a child. (Not all at once, over several years.) If I ate a sucker, I would also eat the stick afterward. I didn't like the paper off of crayons. It had a weird taste. I found out my dad also ate paper. I hope I didn't give myself some disease that will show up later.
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Congratulations on the house contract. I cannot believe you ate that much paper.
Kristen, I don't think I'd worry about that disease showing up later... I'm sure it's full blown by now.
Very funny about Jonah not wanting to pee in the house. What is it about little boys wanting to pee outside? This is too funny.
You're funny! Keep on blogging!
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