Monday Morning Musings - I'm Baaa-aack

We are home from our fabulously fun fantastical family vacation. We had a fabulously fun fantastical time. I will have to tell you more about it later. It really was fun and a much needed break for us.

We flew into Nashville and I hadn't quite prepared myself for the accents. The first person I heard say anything was at McDonalds. We stopped there to eat Monday night after we got off the plane. I was ordering one of the kids a meal and I said they wanted milk with that. The guy said, "Ya wont whot malk?". And I was like , "Say what??". I was very caught off guard. It took me a minute to process what he was saying and figure out that he was asking if we wanted white milk. There were times on our trip when we would be in a place full of people talkin' Tennessee and I had a hard time not laughing. And it was really upsetting to me because I am from Dallas. I spent the first 20 years of my life listening to people talk with accents. I never thought it was funny before. I guess I have been away from home a little too long.

Another thing that I grew up with my whole life but again hadn't fully prepared myself for was the humidity. HELLO! Holy cow I thought I was going to die the first day. Thankfully it didn't take long to get used to the oppressive constantly feeling wet and dirty feeling. The good thing was I didn't have to apply lotion or chapstick the entire time we were there. It is nice to be home and dry and fresh feeling again though.

So the entire week we were gone, no one came to see the house. Rude. But that all changed yesterday. I really think everyone was on vacation last week. We were. Everyone in Steve's family was. Duh. And my sister Farrah and my sister Kristy were also. We got home yesterday and within an hour of being home we had 2 people stop out front and sit there for a while, calling and listening to the recorded message about our house. Then about an hour later a lady came up and asked if she could walk through it really quick. While I was showing her the house the phone rang. I didn't answer it but apparently I should have. This one needs a new paragraph.

It was our agent calling saying someone wanted to come see our house. I didn't find that out until they were standing on the front porch. We were half dead when we came home so we just threw suitcases down and stuffed some food in our mouths and passed out. The house was totally trashed and here were more people with their agent wanting to have a looksie. They really liked the house. REALLY liked it. I would even go so far as to say they LOVED it. They were probably here for an hour and a half. They talked to us for a long time about the neighborhood and the house. She loves my red living room. They love the main bathroom. Their agent said they will hopefully get an offer to us soon. AN OFFER. TO US SOON.

We found out, upon our return home, that someone had vandalized our back yard. We had one of the guys that works for Steve over at the house painting our interior doors and he left the paint out on the back patio. Someone dumped the paint all over the back patio and then painted all over our chairs, grill, lawnmower and wall. That was nice to come home too. And to explain to the people looking at the house.

I better go now, I have a lot to get done today. Happy Monday!