25andhomeagain

I love house shopping.  I’ve been doing it for years with mom.  Every time we get a little bored we head over to the mls listings and check out what’s for sale.  I’ve been able to read between the lines on those itty bitty blurbs for years.

Today was one of those days.  She’d been reading the dear santa letters in the newspaper and beside them were the real estate listings.  Most were dreadful (neither of us likes new houses - we go for the century old ones with character), but one was quite cute so she had me go online and look it up, and it was horrible inside!!

Then we were off and searching, and I found one I absolutely loved, so of course I informed the Scot that I wanted it.  None of these cheap inexpensive gifts for me apparently.   Of course it will probably be sold by the time he gets around to looking at it and telling me I’m nuts, but its nice to know that dream houses do exist! It didn’t even need to be repainted or have the floors redone or dreadful wood panneling removed!

It’s so wonderful to go house shopping with mom this way - I think she’s hoping that the Scot will want to buy a house in the province, so that she can get easy access to grandchildren, which would insinuate she wants grandchildren.  All I know is I want that house!

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