Show Me the Money!

Julie will have offers to show my mom and dad tomorrow afternoon. I'm keeping my fingers crossed, that they'll be house mogul visionaries with unlimited income, wanting to turn my parents old home into a masterpiece, and that one of them will think they're Donald Trump, and spend money to make money.

Hard to believe, but I still don't know how much I owe Zach. He called me on Monday to tell me he was cleaning out a house that was 20 times as bad as my parents, and he and Carl would be at it all week. I tried to leave him a voice mail yesterday, but his mail box is full. Zach of All Trades, where are you?

I'm worried about Miya (what else is new) and am not sure if I'm a mom with realistic and valid concerns, or a raging hormonal middle aged female who has serious control issues and can't see the forest for the trees.

My husband needs to win the lottery. If he does, he'll be able to stay at home and let the sweetheart in him stay a while. Working for some, can ruin your disposition.