I am so completely exhausted. Every second of free time has been sent looking for a house. Our weekends are spent driving the neighborhoods, looking at things we see on the Real Estate website. Finding ones we love and then driving out to where they are and finding out they are little shacks in the middle of a ghetto.

We have also seen some really nice ones. Beautiful homes in our price range that Michael just can't commit to. He is so worried about having a commute. I have never known someone to be that anal about having a 45 minute drive time that he is dragging my butt out of bed tomorrow morning so we can go to a house I love and see what traffic is like leaving that subdivision. Crazy I tell you.

Right now we have two that are perfect except for their location. I was being all hard nosed about it, saying I didn't want to look at anything else then he sends me a link to a house which is in a different area, it looks almost like the other two, but it has a swimming pool and deck. That fucker knows how to get my attention, doesn't he? I made an appointment for us to see it tonight, so we'll see what happens.

Other than HouseHunt 2005, there has been absolutely nothing going on in my life.