That was the game I played tonight as I lay in the tub looking at my legs...
My guess is a desk, or a box. Something.
Another of those quick update thingys which I do poorly.
I LURVE the house. Lurve it. However, there is that midwestern pessimisstic part of me, that just stays "even". Just in case. One would not want to get oo excited. #1, it might look like pride. #2, you are asking for something bad to happen if you are "too happy."
Seriously, I am nutz.
My Brother and his wife were here yesterday, and my Brother kept saying over and over. "you do not seem that excited, aren't you excited?"
For the record, I am thrilled. I am.
We are blessed. I am married to the man I love, I have 2 children I asked for. the house, well that part is gravy. It is beyond my wildest expectations.
We are home...