On The Brink

So after months of careful consideration on the Boyfriend's part and constant nagging on my part about my desire for "dinner parties" and "barbecues" we have finally decided to take the plunge, call a realtor and buy a house. Eek! It all seemed well and good until I realized that this will forever change my life. There will be no more frivolous days of me dreaming of running away to Europe or of going back to school and living at my parent's shore house or... oh I don't know, say... falling in love with a British trust fund baby and sailing around the Mediterranean (a girl can dream!)

As nervous as I am... I really am excited. I can't wait to sign my life away to a piece of property. Hell, at least it's better than signing my life away to say... collagen? breast implants? I've been dreaming about this for a long time... the day I walk in to MY house and look at MY yard and yell at MY hot water heater for breaking in the middle of winter... you know all those FUN issues ;-) Plus I couldn't imagine a better man to buy a house with than one who can re-tile my bathroom AND put up dry wall. Mm hmm... I hit the jackpot.

So, we're looking for houses in the Abington/Ambler/Plymouth Meeting/Lafayette Hill/North Wales area... and I'll keep you posted on our decision, if we make one... since we are two of the most indecisive people on the planet...

On a separate note,

The Boyfriend and I have been on this super health kick lately. Yesterday after our ass kicking work out at LA Fitness we decided to go to the grocery store. Now, I HIGHLY recommend going grocery shopping after you work out because it will make you pick your choices very carefully. You'll pick up a bag of chips, read the calorie content and go "oh, hellll no, not in this lifetime". THIS should be the new form of dieting! Fuck Atkins. I worked way too hard to burn those 350 calories, eh eh.

While at the grocery store analyzing the nutritional content of a box of Wheat Thins, the Boyfriend discovered that veal burgers are half the calories and half the fat! That's wicked. So go eat a veal burger, top it with some tomatoes and lettuce and feel good about yourself because you just cut your meal in half which means you can drink that next glass of wine GUILT FREE!