House Hunting

We've been beating our brains to find a house. A decent, affordable, not too fixer-upperish house.

We opted out of the contract for the house on 36 acres after the inspection revealed a bad roof. Scout and I both got the same uneasy feeling and said, "Nope. Thanks anyway."

So now we find ourselves looking at houses in town, with the same desire to have some land, but realizing that it's just not the right time.

We've even looked into renting, and even when we lie about the quantity and breed of our dogs (pitbulls = no renting), the answer is, "Oh. We don't have any accommodations for that many dogs." Hmm. If only they knew the truth.

Scout has been concocting crazy things to tell the next person that calls us back about a rental we've inquired about. At least we've gotten a few laughs. Here are my favorites:

• My wife told me I had to make a choice between her and the indoor pony. We just got divorced.
• No, I don't have any dogs, but I have nine gerbils. And yes, they are house-trained.
• I'm single, but my friends enjoy coming over on Fridays and channeling spirits with the Ouija board.

I'll let you know how those phone calls go.

Keep us in your thoughts - we want a freakin' house!