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.

Empty paper rolls are great kiddie props. Robot prosthetics, telescopes, wands you can make things fly out of...cardboard, the gift that gives and gives.

I am not enjoying football so much today.

It's not improving my mood like I hoped.

At least Atlanta is losing. (Sorry, Ginger.)

Really, a Falcons win would be better, since Carolina is right behind us, but I'm pretty much incapable of rooting for the Falcons.

No kidding. This game is rough.

Although, at least, you appear to have taken out half the Jets' squad.