Before I write what I came here to write, I feel compelled to report that this morning, someone came upon my site by doing a search for “jordan boobies” on Google. Jordan, your boobies should feel honored. Especially since on your blog, you promote feeling them on the regular.

I had a great day at the spa yesterday. I hit the whirlpool, hit the steam room, and then got a relaxing 80-minute full-body massage that put me in a sort of trance-like state. After finishing, I let the massage oils absorb into my skin with another 10 minutes in the steam room, then hit the great rainfall showers. At one point I had water spraying on me from 3 different directions. By the end of my time there I didn’t even care that despite my recent weight loss, my stomach fat still jiggles as I walk, which I observed with dismay in the mirror as I went into the whirlpool in my bikini. (How low does my body fat percentage need to be to stop jiggling?)

After I went thru a few loads of laundry, I headed off to Mr. W’s house. He and I looked at a few more houses online that had dropped into our price range. Our realtor agent told us that we’re not locked into the short sale house, so if in the meantime we see something we like better, to feel free and explore other options. I personally have a problem with the short sale house’s bedrooms and bathrooms (BIG problems with their bathrooms), but the rest of the house is fine. But if houses formerly out of our price range lower their asking prices due to the spiraling market and fall into our price range and we don’t have to do any fixing-up to move in, so much the better. Vicky seems to have found such a house for us online and we looked at it online last nite. We were very interested and will probably drive by to look at it soon. It seems more move-in ready than the short sale house, is newer, is valued higher, has a prettier pool (Again with the pool. Why do people build so many pools?), is larger, and it’s the SAME PRICE!

I have faith that whatever happens will happen because it’s meant to and if I lose something I think I want, it’s because something bigger and better is around the corner that I’m meant for, and I trust the universe completely. Oh, and I had another perfectly reconciled credit card statement that accounted for every receipt I have, “coincidentally”.