The Werewolf Within

So I kinda did a good job of pickin’ out the ring, but won’t @AbbyMasonBT be surprised when I give her one of these each month.

Whatta y’all reckon? A good idea? 

abbymasonwolf:

I wished @JakePurifoy_BT could have been with me as I peered over the banister at the living room. I, for one brief second, saw a very drunk Bob Jessup try to jump off the loft and down onto the couch. I wondered if he still had his cat reflexes…

I continued on, seeing two bedrooms to the left, and one solitary one to the right, with it’s own bathroom. MINE. I could make this a closet! Deal. Done. Sold.

The two other bedrooms were adjoined by a shared bathroom, and I thoughty it seemed like a suite in a college dorm to me. Shared sink, but door separating the toilet and shower/tub. There was another bathroom at the end of the hall, and a den-like gameroom. Perfect place for Jake’s new man cave, wolf den. I already felt like I was home.

The bedrooms all looked out over the property, all had a balcony. It was beautiful. It was hard to pry myself off the back balcony overlooking the wide expance of yard, but I did it.

I made my way back down, taking yet another look at the pool. This was perfect for us.

I asked the realtor if the owners were willing to move at all on the price, and she’d seemed hesitant. But, when I told her I could give her $250,000 that day if they came down to 400, she blanched. I told her I’d discuss it with Jake, and call her the next few days.

I knew Jake would be unsettled if I made a move without him, so I bit down real hard on my tongue and just told her I’d call her with an offer.

As I walked around the front one more time, I thought of the last time we’d done this. Dove off the deep end. Bought a house. It hadn’t ended well.

I was determined to make THIS forever decision last just that.

If not? Bury my ass in the backyard. I quit.

I got back in the car and sent Jake a text:

We’re not keeping the piano. An’ Ya know how well I sing.

abbymasonwolf:

~House hunting~ @JakePurifoy_BT

So Jake was still at work, and he sent me to “look at the house”. He should know better by now, I don’t need to look again. I already want it.

So this was a joy ride.

I loved the house in pictures, but it didn’t do the structure justice. I felt like I’d stepped onto an old plantation, standing in front of the door between the tall white pillars, I was back in Gone with the Wind. Inside the door lead either upstairs, to the right to a dining room, or left to a piano room (Jake Purifoy and a piano room? Um no, maybe a bar/lounge area) and then what looked like an office. I headed to the right.

The dining room was small, and honestly, small was ok, We’d never use it. The kitchen took my breath away, the marble countertops perfect, smooth and cool, you could cook right on it. I loved the small desk which seemed to scream out at me WRITING DESK!, and I carried on into the master bedroom, the only bedroom on the bottom floor. It had a deep porcelain tub in the bathroom, and a separate shower stall. (Big enough for two people, yes, I checked.)

I poked my head out to the pool, smelling the salt in the saltwater spa. (SPA!!!) I felt very Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, so much luxury I just wasn’t used to. Yet, it already felt like home. I could see Jake in front of the massive gas fireplace, a Christmas tree in the corner, and while my mind was already running sprints around me, two little boys fighting over their first opened present, though there were still several unopened packages under the tree. I shook my head hard and pushed the image from my mind.

I went back through the kitchen, up the stairs….

I’ll have the check waiting for when you get home.

As I ride to Houston I can’t help but wonder which way @AbbyMasonBT will go