...and oh good grief. Tom wants to buy this house, below.It's located in a smallish country town we like (mostly) and is under $70,000 so we could swing it by pulling in money from here, there, everywhere, but sheesh. It has no bedrooms downstairs:
...but it does have a large family room which could be Tom's bedroom and Man Cave. And because of the 12-foot ceilings ($$$ in winter) we'd have to close-up all the rooms upstairs during cold months and I'd have to move my Mom Cave downstairs to one of the two front parlors.
Not to even mention that it seems ridiculous and plain ludicrous for two little 5' 2" Hobbit-type folks to buy such a huge place (2750 sq. feet) and ramble around in it. (But oh, the blog fodder, huh?)
This is the third such house he's tried to talk me into buying.
Oh, my poor aching head....
Make it stop! Please make the insanity stop. :)
(At one point I told him, "Oh just go ahead and call Cher and tell her we'll take it. I just want this to be over! ...........But I have a feeling that's not the right reason for buying a house.....hmmmm?)
I'd consider this house (maybe) if Naomi could rent some rooms from us, but alas, it's nowhere near where her jobs are located.
Don't be confused. If you thought we were supposed to be downsizing, you are right. That was the original plan. Sigh.