Lost Datson

Last weekend when John & I were driving around looking at houses, in one neighborhood, we kept seeing these signs that said, "Lost Datson. If found, please call." I had forgotten about it until we ate dinner over in that same area last night. We're still laughing about whether they lost their beloved family pet or their early 80s hatchback.

The meeting with the realtor & the attorney went really well yesterday. The seller came as well because apparently she's as confused as we are. I feel like now we're all on the same page & she came down again in price. After the meeting, we went & looked at the house again & still really want it. I think we're going to make our counter offer on Monday, which I assume they'll accept. Then we just have to get a home inspector & go through that big mess. I'm really afraid the inspector will find something horrible that would make the house uninhabitable. The stress is getting to me. I just want this part to be done & to (hopefully) move into our new house!

John is surprisingly not working this weekend. I've got a ton of homework to do. There's talk of going to a Sounds game today. Tonight we're meeting friends @ Cinco then going to the Features show @ Mercy Lounge. I wonder if I can work statistics formulas whilst eating a hot dog & drinking a beer @ Greer Stadium.....