Remember when I told you that we had a house under contract? Well, that is still the case, but it may change very soon. We had an inspector go take a look at the house before everything gets finalized. These guys cost money, by the way… money you don’t get back… 300 dollars to be exact. That’s a lot of baby food. haha! He told us what we did not want to hear. He said the house is very nice looking, and does not really have any problems, except for that foundation thing that is very necessary. Yup, the foundation needs some help, and they are not gonna come down on the price. Did we have red flags? Yes. The couple, who had it under contract before us, backed out because of foundation problems. Dang it! It looks like we may back out because of this. Money lost. Or we can get an engineer to come out and tell us how much needs to be spent… which would also be money lost. Why is house hunting so difficult?! This is why people rent.

Now, it is time for the “inappropriate J-Si moment of the weekend!” YAY! Kinsey brought this up to me. We got a sitter on Saturday so that we could attend a surprise birthday dinner. We actually got the birthday boy’s sister to watch Cason. She’s about 18 years old, seems like a responsible girl. She was given the rundown on the Cason business by yours truly. Diapers, bottle, formula, etc. I also told her she could order food, and a movie if she would like. This is when I saw an opening to make a small joke. Kinsey’s sister and her boyfriend were there as well, which added to Kinsey’s apparent embarrassment. When the “you can rent a movie if you like” was thrown out there, I followed it up with “no porn.” That’s funny, right? I thought so… Kinsey disagreed. There is a ban in my house now: No jokes told when babysitters, priests, parents, children, and new friends are present. It wasn’t that bad. If one cant crack a good ‘ole “don’t buy porn on my TV” joke with an 18 year old babysitter, then it’s better not to live. Too far? Yeah, too far.

I would also like to say this: I thought nobody was watching the Oprah network… if that is the case, why do I have a constant “is that you on the Oprah network?” emails and text messages? The nerves have officially kicked in. This could be really cool, or really embarrassing, depending on how it is edited. I am still leaning on not watching it. Leaning may be an understatement. haha!