The Happiest Place On Earth

Never has a place made my heart flutter so much as Disney World Lowe's did last night!

Lovey and I spent the day yesterday driving around, looking at houses. We found a few (a lot) that we really didn't like. Luckily, we're both of the mindset that it's just as good to cross houses off the list as it is to add them.

When this:

hubpages.com

actually looks something like this:

efinancedirectory.com

over and over again, it's hard not to get discouraged. At the very least, it's tempting to call the listing realtor and ask if she's offering photography lessons - cuz she's obviously got mad skillz!

Anyway, I digress. More about the home search later. While we did find a couple of properties that we both Really Did Like in our price range (which, depending on who you talk to, could be anywhere as high as $144k or $530k...don't worry, we're looking closer to the former rather than the latter), we needed a little pick me up after a long day of driving in what felt like circles (thanks Nina Nav).

Did we go for a drink? No. Nor did we go to the pet store, that place always leaves me yearning for a dog, and Pat doesn't like having to disappoint (I actually think that he should be glad about the fact that while I might someday come home with a dog he didn't help pick out because I just couldn't bear the loneliness anymore, I will NEVER sabotage our birth control efforts! Seriously, he's a lucky guy).

Instead, we went to look at appliances. We went to Home Depot first, and man...I just wasn't impressed. Everything feels like it's more set up for a contractor than a consumer there. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It even might be a good thing when we're ready to buy. For now, though, Lowe's gets my vote for a Friday afternoon ooh-and-ahh window shopping trip. (No, really, we looked at windows. Fake paned versus real paned was something I never considered, but apparently Rucks has.)

I think that Pat may have been a little bewildered. He never expected me to get so excited about flooring samples (I made a pact to not take any until we actually buy a place) or faucet finishes. Seriously, every time we turned into a new aisle, he'd have to grab my hand to keep me grounded because I was bouncing in all directions at once. Ahhh, life's good when you're as simple as I apparently am.

The good news for him, though? Next time I'm really cranky, he can just load me into the car, kicking and screaming, and drop me off at the nearest home improvement store for a good hour. No chance of Zelda resurfacing after that ;)