Hello.

This is a test.

A test to see how long you can keep your sanity.

But there really is no end to this test, so enjoy.

It's been said - by whom (or is it who) I don't really know - that buying a house is one of the most stressful things you can do. If I ever met this person I would probably strangle them for being right.

And you know what, we haven't even begun the process of putting the house up for sale or putting an offer in to buy one.

So much to do. So much I wish my Mommy would come and do it and tell me it's alright.

Yea, I have been complaining a lot. But mainly to you my dear reader. I'm trying not to complain, and only keep a smile on my tense face for DH, since I know he has it a lot worst than me since he also has to deal with working.

Or does he....????

At least he gets out of the house and doesn't have to look at the mess or think he should be doing something else instead of peeing. (Like I find myself thinking often.)

On a more positive note, we've (or actually Spyros) has created a monster. A 12 pound Kitty Monster, with the meow to send chills up your spine.

This past weekend he decided to let her outside for awhile. And cats really don't realize what a treat is. They demand more. They know it's their right to have what they want, when they want it.

So know she's meowing at the door. Often.