For Sale - Day 13

We interrupt this normally "song-inspired" blog to a countdown (or up) the number of days our home has been on the market. It is Saturday, we've been up for 13 days and had only 5 people look (one looked twice but settled on 'more expensive and brand new'). I have been in "hurry up" mode for 10 of the 13 days, RKZ seems to have just reached that point as today as he wants to call and harass (in a nice way) our realtors. This is, I'm certain, spurred on by the fact that no one has called for a showing today - even after someone had to cancel on account of weather on Thursday night. My guess is that they have children, and a life, so maybe the weekend was already out of the question (which is why they were coming on Thursday).  I think marriage is an amazing thing because we seem to balance out each other's crazy pretty well. After waiting for an actual human child to be given to us, I am now completely over caring whether we sell this house in 2 weeks or 2 months (OK, completely over is an exaggeration, but it's in perspective now). 

More pictures of Portland. Here is the rainy egg hunt with Hoonka (T-gun in carrier under her jacket. Not a funny extra boob). Poor Thunder is bundled and alone in the background. 

 

Matching $1.50 plastic buckets (they could have been more - not sure). Hoonka ran into the store to get them while we waited. Thunder isn't quite getting the "on the head" look. There's always next year! 

I am philosophically amazed at how old I look in this picture. Granted, it's not my best shot, but I'm more struck by the wrinkles and weird neck/chin/cheek thing going on. Hoonka is somewhere around 8 years younger than me and has incredible skin. I now hate her :) Love this picture of A-Man and Buck, though. They got along so well. Cousins are the best.