Buyers, Sunbathers and Prisoners

Last night we had more people looking at the house! A lady and her three children came, spent a loonngg time looking and asked if she could bring her husband back today. They came this morning and he was very candid. He told us, "My wife wants your house." The wife said, "It is very clean." (Do I hear a golf clap for my expert cleaning skills?) They are very serious, too. He even asked us if we wanted a quick closing!

The man who came on Friday came again today, he brought a friend for moral support.

We talked to our agent last night and she told us two of the realtors are already writing up offers, one of them being a full price offer. Looks like we will have a bidding war!

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Kevin has been home for the past three days because of his back. He is going back to work tomorrow and hopefully he will be alright. He has been laying on the back deck sunbathing and yesterday he came inside and said, "I think I should become a professional sunbather." Now tell me honestly, how does one counter that statement? I simply said, "O.K., whatever you want, sweetie."

I am deeply engrossed in Jonathan Kellerman's book, Monster. I purchased it off of the 12 items for one dollar table at the library book sale a few days ago. It is not my normal fare, but I have really been enjoying it, even though it does has a major creepiness factor. I went to the library and borrowed Reading Lolita in Tehran and The Nazi Officer's Wife as well as The Secret Life of Bees for Laurie.

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This morning I went for a run, it was interesting. Did you ever see the Department of Corrections vans with the guys in the orange jumpers who clean the grassy embankments on the road? Well, today I ran past them. It was a little unsettling, to be honest. I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head, the first of which was, "Can I run faster than them?" Kevin has told me in the past they are not going to let the Ted Bundy types pick up trash and wield weed wackers, but it was still a little nerve wracking. Besides, I usually pass them when I am driving my very large, somewhat fast vehicle. I felt vulnerable and unsure, even though there was an armed policeman there. My thought for him was, "How good is your aim?" Suffice it to say, I made it home safely.

Jonathan Kellerman is calling...