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I'm Infamous....or something.

Today we took a drive up to Seattle. Well, ok, mostly today I took a serious nap and then we took a drive up to Seattle. For some reason I could not wake up fully this morning and the mattress sucked me back into bed for two hours. Hubby was fixing Stephanie's truck, the kids were running in and out and bulldozers were doing what bulldozers do, right outside my bedroom window. I can see that it's going to be a very long and loud building time this spring and summer.

But I digress. The kids wanted to go for a drive, so we did. Somehow we ended up in Seattle. My sister wanted to show us these really cool houses for sale on a very busy Seattle street. New construction, enormous back yards, and only three bedrooms. And did I mention the ginormous price tags? These houses were half the size of my current home but cost over a hundred grand more. I'd want to move there....why?.

Then we saw a house that was built in 1947. Large yard, but did I mention tiny, tiny house? Plus, the stairs to the basement would certainly kill me. Very steep, very narrow and very tiny. Again, the price tag was more than our current home. About fifty grand more. Um, no thank you.

I cannot believe we are house hunting. Didn't we just do this two years ago?

At any rate, sister's hubby was nice enough to cook us all dinner tonight. He made a vietnamese soup. Pho? Pha? Something like that. As you can see, I'm very international and know all the names of foreign dishes. Chawww. It was good. Sometime we shall have to go to a real vietnamese place to eat. I haven't had authentic vietnamese food since my vietnamese stalker quit stalking me.

Long story. I'm too tired to go into it right now. Plus, if I did, someone would talk to my sister about it, she would call me and ask me why I have to tell everyone everything on my blog. Apparently there is a gym teacher at my children's former elementary school that keeps up with our family news by reading my columns and now reads my blog. (waves at gym teacher wildly and thanks him profusely for reading) I tell my sister that I don't tell everyone everything in my columns or in my blog. If I did, then I'd have to tell everyone about her nickname and how she got it. Hey gym teacher! Be sure to ask her what CB means, ok? Thanks!

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