Yesterday we put an offer on a house. That was such a grown up thing for us to do. This is the second house we have made an offer on, and the one we are really hoping works out.
Here is what I will tell you about the house: It has a scrapbook room with it's own entrance over the garage.
I don't even need to tell you about all the land or the fabulous kitchen, or the cute front porch now do I? You get me right? A scrapbook room. With it's own entrance. Over the garage.
I am trying not to be nervous because you know, where does nervous get you? Except I can't help but be nervous because it is just happening, the nervousness.
I am also trying not to decorate the house in my head. Except I can't help but decorate in my head because it is just happening, the decorating. And also because I am a woman.
So if you wouldn't mind saying a tiny little prayer for us today, we would greatly appreciate it. Maybe this isn't the house for us and there is a better one to come along. In which case, maybe add a tiny little portion to the tiny little prayer about helping me forget about the scrapbook room. With it's own entrance. Over the garage.
