"Like the rain, I am falling for you..."

Yes, it's raining today. Suddenly, it's also gotten very cold (at one point 39F/4C) ...but to tell you the truth, we liked the change.

I spent the morning making friends at a women's group/meeting. I was shocked because everyone was so nice! RKZ was single with Buck & both boys seemed no worse for wear as I arrived at our temporary home.

We were able to sign our loan papers today -- we're nearly finished with our home-buying extravaganza! We're even going to try and move in a little early (based on only hope alone at this point). Of course, we'll bring you along.

Thanks, also for the comments on the last post! I love comments -- even CSG who "corrected" some of my erroneous info. I'll figure everything out soon.

Since it was a mellow day, I'm including an email that made me laugh out loud which I received from "Richie Cunningham": It's a silly extra. Hope it makes you smile (and at least I didn't forward it).

George Carlin's Rules for 2007:

New Rule for competitive eaters: Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN recently televised the US Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait...they're already doing that. It's called "The Howard Stern Show."

New Rule for candy makers: I don't need a bigger mega M&M. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.

New Rule for brides to be: No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving; it's the white people version of looting.

New Rule for posh restaurants: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint, like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell if he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your webcam, dude: I just want to wash my hands.

New Rule for young mothers: When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to know in months: "27 Months." "He's two," will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.

New Rule for AOL: Stop giving me that pop-up ad for classmates.com! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years...you don't particularly like them! Besides, I a lready know what the captain of the football team is doing these days: mowing my lawn.

New Rule for all women: Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: do you have two of them? Okay, we're done.

New Rule for soft drink manufacturers: There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at the supermarket, water, but without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is called a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.