Confessions of a Blogaholic

I'm finally coming to terms with everything that happened to Stink. The dermatologist left me a pretty sweet message in which she said none of this was our fault (something I had been thinking), he was just a pretty sick cat, and that we have gone above what could ever be expected as a pet owner. I can now talk about him without bawling, and I now understand that we did what had to be done...it doesn't make the fact that it happened any easier, but it helps to deal with it. His ashes are back, and we've set up a pretty nice display for the little guy. All we can do now is move forward...

And in moving forward, we are off to begin looking at some houses tomorrow despite the massive amounts of "white death" headed our way. We're set on closing on April 1, so we need to be in contract by the end of this month. Luckily, once we changed our expectations for the types of homes we were interested in, we've gotten a consistent and steady flow of houses popping up in our search. Right now, there are 22 on our list. That's a lot of houses to look at, so I'm hoping the right house is in there for us.