I haven’t had time to write until now. Nathan turned 15 on the 8th and had a good low key birthday, just as he requested. He starts his new school Thursday and seems a little nervous but ready to start a new chapter in his life. I have a good feeling about this one.

Polly is doing really well in school and has made a lot of friends. She is going to the valentine’s dance on Friday. She asked me if it was ok if she had a “date” for the dance because a boy in her class had asked her. I asked her if she liked him and she said “No. But at least someone asked me.” Ha! I am so not ready for her to grow up just yet.

I have been house hunting with my Mom. We found an absolutely beautiful one today with a full front porch, formal living room, formal dining room, kitchen with a breakfast nook and three bedrooms. It also had another finished room that would have made a perfect art studio and a full basement with an attached garage. Today was the first day it was on the market and we felt so clever getting in there early. My mom’s Realtor is fun and the type of person you can just be yourself with. The basement had a few light bulbs out so we were trying to walk around and check out the foundation and look for any signs of moisture.

We came across a finished room with no light bulbs in it. I tried opening my cellphone to give us enough light to see it but it didn’t work. I ended up fishing out my lighter. The realtor and I went in and noticed a whip on the floor. I pointed and she smiled. The whole room, ceilings and all, were covered in thick carpet. Someone had taken a pen and written all over the door in a fine cursive, “Please help me. Please save me. Please let me out.” Realizing rather quickly what this room had been used for I looked around and saw that my Mom hadn’t followed us. She was busy checking out the furnace and the hot water heater. She asked me what the room was like and I told her it would be a perfect place to put naughty grandchildren. I like to think that my Mom knows nothing about sex, especially kinky varieties. I don’t even want to think what else the room might have been used for. I just know that chills ran up and down my spine when I was in there.

After we left the house we went a couple of blocks to a Starbucks and drew up an offer. Our Realtor called the seller’s agent and he said that they already had two offers on the table, both for over full price, and that if my Mom put in an offer it would just be thrown out. Fucker. I hope that both of the offers fall through. I can’t imagine turning down an offer.

That’s about it for now. I’m off to do a bit of housework.