Home, sweet, whatever...

Dan and I have been looking for a house the past few months. We have been really adamant that we want a flat fenced yard, 2 car garage and a good location (preferably Kirkland). So naturally we bought a condo in Kenmore. There's this little obstacle we've been facing called money. The obstacle is that we don't have much and people selling their houses want a lot. So we found a nice condo complex that has been "remodeled" or "converted" or whatever you want to call it, and put in an offer. It's been a few weeks and we've now officially bargained our meager, yet surprisingly valuable souls to the devil, started dealing drugs on holidays and weekends and signed a contract to name our first born Wells Fargo Remax Ross; but the condo is ours. Hooray. Perhaps in a few years we can afford furniture. Until then, little Wells Fargo will have to sleep in the bathtub.