Down in the Dumpster Dive.

So I haven't blogged since Friday and I hope you're doing well.
The Mister and I had a big ol' trip to Ohio that left me bottoming out in the depths of despair. That is to say, I got home and found myself down. In. The. Dumps.
Yesterday was spent crying into a salad of homegrown tomatoes and cucumbers brought back from the world of yummy produce.
Today was awesome with an amazing pick-me-up from the newly married Opera. If I haven't mentioned her before, my friend, Opera, is a WONDERFUL woman who recently married The Mister's old friend, Pittsburgh. They are a great duo that puts the Odd Couple to shame.
Needless to say, I'm freakin' homesick. Seeing my Ohio friends -my best friends- always tugs at my heart-strings, but the added carrot dangling in front of me was touring houses on the market. Y'know... When you really want something so badly it makes you ache inside it's never a good idea to put it in your face and YANK! it away.
Yesterday was hard as I downloaded my photographs and stumbled across the images of this turn of the century beauty. The teeth kicker? It was foreclosed upon and is going up for auction at 2/3's the appraised value.
Just check out the view from the front porch! Really, it's a View With A House.
It's quite large inside with all hardwood floors, French doors in every room, and charm out the wazoo. Yes, The Mister, that's where Santa comes out! Hmmm... Maybe Santa can deliver me this lovely abode for Christmas; I'm still backordered a pony and it's time to pay up with interest!