Happy Birthday, Us!

Some people ask if sharing my birthday with Lib takes away from my birthday, but I like it. Most people (girls) think it's really cute when they find out and make high-pitched cooing and cat noises , while others (guys) want to puke. I believe one guy at work even responded with "That's gay."

The big problem with sharing a birthday with your significant other is "what do you do?" I decided to take us both to Cirque du Soleil to see "Ovo," and it was pretty awesome, but I couldn't have prepared for the gift (knock on wood) that we got on Sunday, our actual birthday.

On the way to the city on Saturday, our real estate agent, Nancy, began texting us excitedly about a "cute cute cute house" that was perfect for us. I planned on seeing after the holiday, but Lib texted her that we would be available Sunday morning, and she was more than happy to meet with us. What are the chances that we would find the perfect house on our birthday? Not as slim as putting in an offer and finding out it was accepted within a few hours,but we are going into attorney review on Tuesday, and should have the inspection by the end of next weekend.

It has three bedrooms and one bath. The house is a nice Cape Cod with a finished basement that includes a separate laundry room and a separate workshop. Oodles of storage. Not only is it in great shape, but it was built in 1949 by the man who lived in it and built other homes in the neighborhood. His widow moved out a week ago at the age of 88. She left the place immaculate and left us the original blueprints and every receipt for every appliance. The place has a good feel to it. It feels like a family lived and grew in it for sixty years, and I gotta say it's a bit intimidating to pick up where a family like that left off. I'm getting a bit mushy. On a lighter note the basement is all pine paneled walls--feels a bit like a Pocono cabin in the 70s. Were totally going to have an appropriately themed party when we move in since there is a pine bar built in also.

The lady was thrilled that a young couple was buying her home, but not as excited as Butch, the very nice man who lives next door who came into the house (when he called her to tell her to sell it to us she said she signed the paperwork) yelling "hello?" so he could shake my hand and tell me how excited he was that we were going to be neighbors. He even offered us use of his lawnmower until we could afford one...at the low cost of $500 for the gas.

I can't wait! (knock on wood)-Pine, lots of pine to knock on.