If it weren't for guilt, you'd get no update at all

 
Soooooo, where were we?
 
The weather has been super cruddy. Pfft. That's all I have to say about that.
 
We looked at 7 houses in the last week and got nothin'. We even opened up our search to more expensive houses (Pat has big plans to make low-ball offers on expensive houses), which maybe seems like a exercise in futility with the way the housing market in Rochester is part of some housing loophole, especially in the highly sought-after neighborhood of Brighton, but, hey, you never know. Even the houses above our price range are kind of, um, sucky from what we've seen so far, so we're just keeping our eyes open and being patient and, oh, enjoying looking through other people's hideously decorated houses.
 
Um, we ate at this place, a little gem in the ghetto. We have gotten meat in there for barbeques, but this was the first time we ever sat down to eat. We got a couple sample platters and ate way too much food. It was tasty, but it almost turned me vegetarian again (but not quite). If you ever want to kill, like, 5 or 6 animals with one meal, this is the place to go.
 
Things are good with Greta, aside from her pretty much constantly trying to test the boundaries and forgetting her manners on a regular basis. I have to say that I sort of expected the worst for age 3 because quite a few people told me 3 was way worse than 2, but Beanie has been a gem. She really is quite a smart, funny, sweet little thing, which brings me to the biggest thing weighing in my mind right now: Operation Spend More Time with Greta. I don't know how it's going to happen just yet, or if it will just fizzle out like all of my other grand plans, but it's hitting me that Greta is going to be in school before we know it, and the thought of shipping her off to after-school programs bums me out. Don't ask me why having her in day care for 8 hours a day is a-ok but school and an after-school thing seems disastrous...it just does. If you have any ideas for how I can clone myself, let me know!
 
This took me a record amount of time to write. Ugh, I'm sluggish.
 
Laters,
Fran