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Went and saw my future house yesterday with Angela, her mom, my mom, and my sister.

It was, to say the least, a quick run through. But I was able to get the idea.

I'd like for Angela to have a key soon so we can go by just the two of us and figure things out.

If you ask me, the house needs a decent bit of work, but it's nothing she and I can't handle. It's an old place, we can't really expect it to be tip-top shape, you know. But the price is right, the yard is big, and there's a dog kennel. How can I say no?

I'm going to have to turn Olive into an indoor cat. He's going to hate that, but the house is so close to 441. And I hate to bring it up, but I already had a dog hit by a car on that road, I'm not having that happen again. My entire life, my biggest fear in having pets is that I'll see them get hit. I've lived it once, and I'm not keen on the risk that that could happen again.

So Olive, this is me telling you, brace yourself and suck up all the outdoors you can stand while you're still living in the boonies because come March, you'll be an indoor boy. I think he might already be onto my scheming -- he wanted outside last night at about 2 AM, but I made him wait until 5 AM (2 just seemed more dangerous). When I woke up at 5, I woke up because he was clawing at my bedroom door. He's so funny. Some nights he hates being left out until 10 PM, other nights he can't stand the thought of being inside. It's funny. Like maybe he's got a hot date.

And Lucy and Blondie are going to have adjustments to make also. They're not going to be allowed loose in the yard unless I'm with them (this may end up being temporary). They're going to be kenneled during the day (and locked in, at that). I'm just nervous about the road.

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I just got off the phone with Angela and I'm feeling much better. She was given the keys. The house is coming off the market. We're going to spend a bit of time on Saturday morning at the house making mental furniture arrangements and room assignments. And then we'll go to Lowe's or Sherwin Williams and pick paint samples. We'll probably run them by the owner's place and make sure the colors are okay with them (although I volunteered to repaint whenever I do leave).

I'm so excited guys. SO excited.

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