Land Ho!

I'm a little nervous. I called a realtor. Not an obscene phone call like apparently Turbo Tax has you make to ask for help, but a regular call to inquire about some land. Sara and I already own a house, in a house farm. It really does look like the neighborhood in Edward Scissorhands, except without all the cool topiary shrubbery. We want more room, a larger house, things like that. So, I called a realtor and we are going to look at some land. I'm trying not to call it a plot of land because that sounds like we are looking in a grave yard, and that's just not a happy thought.

Oh, my worrying is interrupted by a conference call. Such fun.