Oooh, busy weekend. Went to Baton Rouge on Friday night to hang out with my mom. We went to eat, then watched Legally Blonde. A typical night when I go to visit my mom. On Saturday we went and looked at my sister’s wedding dress (pretty) and then looked for a digital camera for my mom (unsuccessfully). On Friday night, we ran into one of my mom’s friends who is a loan officer and while we were talking to her, I discovered that George and I probably could afford a double that previously seemed too expensive. So when I got back to my mom’s house, I called our Realtor about getting us in to see a couple of doubles that looked interesting.

I (naturally, given my impatient nature) fell in love with one of them. It needs some work, yes, but not too much, and it’s just perfect. (Okay, nothing’s perfect, but as close as we can get.) So we’re going to see it again this weekend (how do they expect me to wait a whole week to see it again? I swear, if someone buys it in the meantime, I’m going to be very upset!) and see the side where the tenant lives. And we’re going to bring someone along who might be able to detect any obvious flaws.

So keep your fingers crossed.

Yesterday was Terry’s baby shower. It was fun. I ate too much. But it’s okay because I walked 5 miles yesterday morning with Peggy and Emily, part of our training for the Mardi Gras half. Woo hoo! I am really sore today, too, which seems strange considering I can run that far and not be sore. I can feel all sorts of different muscles! Maybe I should walk more, hmmm.

Terry got lots of good gifts at the shower and I won a prize for guessing (closest) to the number of jelly beans in the bottle. Go me! And for the record, I’m going to say it’s a girl, even though everyone else insists it’s a boy. As if you can tell by the shape of her belly. Please, people, there’s a 50/50 chance of it being a boy or a girl! So yes, some women who have boys will have pointier stomachs, or whatever your excuse is for insisting that it’s a boy, but I’ll bet just as many pointy-stomached women have girls. Yeesh. Only two more months to find out the answer, though. Yay!