fine whine

So we had decided to get some early house-shopping experience in by starting several months before our apartment lease ended. We were going to be pros, you know, the kind of people who'd looked at a hundred places before selecting the perfect one.

Riiiight. We made an offer today. I hope the inspector turns up the reason the furnace makes the basement light flicker.

Were I a big time blogger I'd be all over documenting the whole process, or something like that. Me being me, I might write a haiku or two. I'm still having trouble figuring out what to call it. Prepositional phrases are a killer. God only knows what headaches painted paneling and leaky patio windows could be.