The good news is, we won't be homeless in DC.

The bad news is, we are responsible adults who listen when we are told something is right for our family.  I hate it when I don't like the answer we get when asking for inspiration. (POST EDIT: I wrote this sentence after we finished house hunting and spent the next three days trying to decide between the older, less cute, huge yard, farther but bigger house and the VERY close, VERY cute, newly remodeled, tiny yard, very small house for the same price.  I would show you pictures of both of the outsides but you would cry for me and since we are totally over not getting what we wanted I won't go there.  However, to clarify, we went with the house that we felt was right.  Heavenly Father always knows that answer.  It's a comfort to know that if we are listening, we won't be told the wrong thing....we just may not always initially like the answer.  And just to further clarify, we are SO VERY GLAD that we went with the right choice.  Because we are really really pleased with this location and house.  So all is well.  But we already knew it would turn out that way when we listened in the first place.  Nevertheless, it was still a hard decision back then.  End of this part of my story.) Oh and what the heck, I'll show you what it looked like for the sake of a more interesting post...besides, I know you people are out there that only look at the pictures.

Cute:

Not-so cute:

Wrong choice:

Right Choice:

New Story but from the same weekend:

I think I must insist that Clark take up a new profession-weekend locksmith.  I am fairly certain that he could secure us a cushy retirement on this job alone.  Highway.  Robbery.  Take it from me.  It is much more convenient to lock your keys in the car during the hot months of early summer, with a child inside, than to do it on a rainy Sunday in September.  The fire department will do it for free.  The other guy will want your first born, your arm, and maybe a foot rub.
And speaking of robbery, I witnessed a blatant crime this week in a rest stop restroom in Delaware.  I watched a woman first attempt (it was an attempt at first because she saw me seeing her) and then actually stand on a toilet and reach over a stall to grab someone's purse.  A gutsy move.  Nonetheless ladies, be warned: KEEP YOUR HEAD UP WHILE USING PUBLIC RESTROOMS AND NEVER HANG YOUR PURSE OR BAG ON THE HOOK. Maybe you should just try never to use a public restroom because they are super gross.
I felt sick to my stomach afterwards.  Not only do I HATE HATE HATE when people do things that are dishonest and unfair to others and get away with it, but there was nothing I could do except chase her out into the parking lot (while trying not to lose my four children beside me) and describe her 10 minutes later when we finally located a security person at the rest stop.  For future notice, saying loudly that "she is about to get herself into a heap of trouble" will not deter someone from committing a crime.  And to make it all worse, I spent precious moments uselessly pursuing her outside thus allowing the poor robbed woman with cute pink shoes to walk out of that restroom not knowing that someone had just removed something from her purse.

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THIS ALL HAPPENED WHEN WE WERE HERE IN DC IN SEPTEMBER FOR HOUSE HUNTING...AND SINCE I HAVE NOTHING BETTER BREWING IN MY LITTLE HEAD RIGHT NOW, I THOUGHT I WOULD SHARE SO THAT I DON'T HAVE THAT "WAITING TO BE POSTED" STATUS IN MY LIST OF POSTS.  THAT FEELS SO INCOMPLETE.