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Yesterday I took the kids to Target since we have no idea where our UAB is.  We got some Barbies and Legos, because Gah knows we don't have enough of those.  But we don't have a Barbie swimming pool, and that's what's important here.

I also met with our long-suffering agent to turn my nose (literally, ew, what is it with the moldy basements here?) up at more houses and townhouses.  On my way home I got a call back from a random listing I had replied to on Craigslist and was able to see the house right then.

Here it is.  It's in Fairfax and it's owned by a church, which is next door to the house.  It's some religion I'd never heard of, but the person that showed it to me seemed very down-to-earth, had all her teeth, and she didn't have snake bite scars that I could see, so I think it will be okay.  The cons: teeny, tiny closets.  Miniscule.  Small bedrooms.  No master bathroom, so we'll be sharing two bathrooms. No neighborhood pool.  The pros:  huge fenced yard with plenty of trees and privacy, central AC,  fabulous neighborhood, great schools (in fact, the woman who showed me the house just might end up as Henry's teacher), walking distance to the Vienna metro. I can garden to my heart's content (sorry, wrists-but good news, our new insurance covers acupuncture!).  It has a laundry chute, which  might be incentive for the kids to actually put their dirty clothes somewhere, plenty of storage and extra closets in the basement, a workshop, and most importantly, this:

I wrote them a check! I'm definitely going to need some cute retro shoes to go with this kitsch-en, and I'll need an apron, too.  Would you like a close-up of that oven?  Yes, I think you would:

I don't know when we'll move in, but at least I can get the kids enrolled in school.  Yay!

Oh, and Mitch had his first day at the State Department yesterday and had a good day, too.  Something about if he tells me anything he'll have to kill me and then they will kill him or something like that.