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I found a house. I want it. It is 5000 dollars, total. It is an hour away. It has three bedrooms. It is in total disrepair. I want to fix it up and make it my own. Ed says it's too much work. But my dad agreed to come look at it with us, to give his professional opinion. My dad can do anything.
Do you want to see the house? Go here. Don't look at it for what it is, look at it for what it could be.
Tonight is date night, and it is good. In response to the advice I received the other day, I changed my reactions. Yesterday morning, when I went online and found a whole page of ratemyfaceADULT profiles in the history (I'm a history user, you can't hate on me for that), I bit my tongue all day, and casually mentioned on the way home from Franklin Mills that maybe he should be more diligent about clearing the history. I didn't turn into a thing, and I was so proud of myself.
We shopped, and it was delightful. I got red cotton Asian shoes, the MaryJane-looking ones, and an 80 dollar Cd player for the kitchen for 25 dollars. And we scored a brand-new 27" television for ninety dollars. :shocked: It is slightly cosmetically damaged. But who cares?!