I swear to god, realtors in the neighborhood should put me on retainer. At both of the open houses I went to today, I ended up giving prospective buyers the hard sell on the neighborhood. Walkability, what stores are nearby, farmers markets, what is super awesome about these houses, etc.

And one house must've had a cat living in it because I am positively being molested by my big-eyed cats.

Jesse, did you get any (eta: ahrg, Pumpkin) fun reaction from the kid?

Haha, no. The kid could barely make eye contact. He was all right, though!

Your brain makes some good points, Sue. Also: mmm, pie.

I made some pan seared chicken with a white wine tarragon sauce. Too much work for limited payoff.

Grace is playing and talking to herself. She has empty toilet paper rolls on her hands and is pretending to be a robot. My kids are odd.

I swear to god, realtors in the neighborhood should put me on retainer. At both of the open houses I went to today, I ended up giving prospective buyers the hard sell on the neighborhood. Walkability, what stores are nearby, farmers markets, what is super awesome about these houses, etc.

I'm kinda wanting to move to your neighborhood myself.

That doesn't sound odd, Kat. I'm sure I've done that.

Not recently, of course. My hands won't fit in toilet paper rolls anymore.

We put toilet paper rolls on my cousin to make her be Robotman, because a thing my cousins and I did on Sunday afternoons was act out the Sunday funnies as entertainment for the family. And we weren't weird at all! (Um.)

Wait, so toilet paper rolls = robot is a thing? Huh.

They're around, I guess. We also used tinfoil, obviously.