Today being my sister, Shelley's, birthday, we spent much of the day walking around Rockport, busily looking at crap to not buy, restaurants to not eat at, and never setting foot on a beach. Any place where a restaurant with a wood-panneled dining room can charge sixteen dollars for a lobster roll and fries is not a place I need to spend a lot of time in. The shoreline is the best thing they got (that's why they call it Rockport) but ask my family, and it's as if it doesn't even exist. There's too much sun, it's too boring, it's not their thing. I think the real problem they have with the beach is nobody's selling any crap. You can't buy anything.

Somehow I wound up spending 15 bucks in a "penny candy" shop, which, by my math, should have netted us 1500 pieces of candy, but actually just gave us enough for the afternoon.

Not much going on house-wise. Yesterday our agent gave us a call to tell us the inspector was able to turn on the water and get the sprinkler going (the house came with an underground sprinkler system). So that's good. We'll still have a lawn when we move in.

Also, Raegan remembered to have the inspector check the heating system (it didn't work during the inspection itself, but the inspector guessed it was because it was about 10,000 degrees out that day). So anyway, he checked it again and not only did it not work, it started smoking. So they're gonna fix that, too.

I realize none of this is very funny or even interesting (even to us). I include it only as a service to others and to provide a complete, unabridged account of all the mishigas.

Hopefully, things'll be funnier tomorrow.