I’m going to refrain from writing about our house until all is said and done. The words: “addendum,” “disclosure,” “inspection,” “appraisal,” and even “house” now invoke an overwhelming sense of anxiousness in me. That, and I’d hate to compromise the deal if anyone involved should happen to fall upon this site (not that I would say or write anything inappropriate, I’m just feeling paranoid and nervous). Speaking of things prohibited, we treated ourselves with tickets to see Mr. Conan O’Brien last night at the Nob Hill Masonic Center. Despite what my lousy camera phone shots may indicate, we had pretty decent seats… decent enough to confirm that Mr. O’Brien is, in fact, a very tall man.
And yes, it was funny and very enjoyable and I forgot all about the real world for at least 3 hours. What more could you ask for?