Women my age are doing geritol and fixodent commercials.*

House number 3...I think a bust, though it's not completely off of the list. The first problem is that it is currently occupied, not really a problem except we take into account they are renters who don't care if the house sells. The layout was nice though, there probably is or probably was a leak in the roof judging by two separate spots in the ceiling. The washer and dryer were in a shed connected to the house (to which my dad immediately started making plans to correct), there was no dishwasher...I'm a snob, I need a dishwasher. Heating was good, the house wasn't freezing, the yard was fenced in with two little friendly fellows (dogs) sunbathing on the back porch to prove that the fence went all the way around...I mean, they were still there. Chubbs would have four instant friends to run the fence with. The renters used the stove as an ashtray and have an obsession with everything M&Ms and Native American (I think there is a blatantly obvious connection between the two, don't you?) But I had to close my eyes and look past their decorations, laundry covered couches, nicotine stench, mud based yard, and see what I could do with the place. There are possibilities. There are always possibilities...except with that first house and it's makeshift indoor swimming pool.

Okay folks, I need prayers, crossed fingers...money. Tomorrow we are going to try and see a house on...wait for it...Pennsylvania Avenue. The Obama's could totally be my neighbors...but...I wouldn't actually want that, so it's a good thing it's a different PA Ave. This house puts the other super cute house to shame, especially because it's cute all the way around without a steep stairwell and has a separate room for the washer and dryer. But I will not get my hopes up, I just know what I will be wishing for tonight when I blow the candles out.