House Hunters

Still on the house-hunt, mutherlubbers. C and I considered a pretty nice little spot in Oregon City (without Margaret's approval). But it's just too far out for us. This was cool though:

Hey! It's okay. We're pressin' on...and on and on and on. And Portland: I'm sorry for getting mad. We could always try our chances in this festering booger garden that no one really likes and has never liked, which would require us to sleep standing up in a broom closet, and you could mock us for the rest of your long metropolitan life. But I won't let that happen. Soon we'll be living in the middle of your belly like a couple of satiated ticks.