Recently, Mr. Frisby and I started looking for a house. It is exciting and scary all at the same time. And it has completely changed my life. For example, I can't drive down the street now without scrutinizing each and every house as it whizzes by, wondering what the asking price would be. I notice things like mildly peeling/faded paint or what kind of shingles adorn the roof. I check out landscaping and change it all in my head. And I check out neighborhoods and proximities to schools. And, no, this is not on houses that we are actually looking at. This is on ALL houses. In addition, I'm now addicted to HGTV. I think, before we started house-hunting, that I could have counted on one hand the number of times I had turned on HGTV. Now, it's all I think about (of course, that could possibly be because it's rerun season).
And, don't even get me started on the houses we do look at. Thank goodness Mr. Frisby is there to think about the practical stuff. All I can think about when we go in a house is, "do I like the layout", "does it have a decent kitchen", and "how easy will it be to make it look awesome". And, Mr. Frisby is there behind me thinking about things like, "are the eaves in good condition", "how old is this house", "how big is the lot", and "does it have working AC". House-hunting is good times. And when we find our awesome house, you can all come and see it!