Roots.

After almost a year of scouring the MLS on the internet nightly, 6 months of living out of a U-Haul in our cheesy apartment, constant reassurances to the hooligans that the movers, in fact, were taking very good care of all of our worldly possessions as opposed to their notion that they had stolen them and that their things were never to be heard from again, and numerous promises to our children that one day we would get them a real house with a real backyard, we have decided, offered, and negotiated. Here are our new digs, moving in one month.

It really meets our needs. Great schools. Wooded yard for hooliganizing. Sidewalks. Lots of kids running around everywhere in packs. There is also a third car garage area, that Mitch and Mike have already termed the "Man Room." They plan to have a workshop there. I am not sure yet if I am allowed in it. I do not know the secret password.

But do not fret. For me, it has this....
And this...
I'll keep you all apprised of the trials and tribulations that occur between now and closing. There are sure to be some doozies!