Yesterday we were allowed into the condo so we could take measurements for the move. The beloved purple and greenish couch is in danger of being left behind, sad face. But keep fingers crosssed that the movers are really worth what they're getting paid...

Once in though I quickly scampered to the roofdeck. Since it was raining cats and dogs during our first viewing, I had only a hazy impression of what it was like.

So this is what it's like, on a picture perfect summer's afternoon. View of the Hancock Tower - skinny side facing - unobstructed views of the neighborhood, no other decks to the immediate side of ours. La.

Luckily Duck was around because I never took the measuring tape out. Too busy imagining the first thing I was going to do on the roof. Immediately buy some plants for the start of my little urban garden? Put a couple of potted hedges here, here and here? Sunbathe and read? Sunbathe and knit? Sunbathe and read and knit over a tall glass of drink? What kind of drink? If I get too groggy from the liquor and the sun, the stairs might be too dangerously steep for me to navigate, so maybe we should sleep out here the first night? Roll out the sleeping bags and have ourselves a camping trip, count the number of low-flying planes we see ascend and descend under the urban sky?

This will be great fun.

When I finally made my way back inside, I snuck more than a few peaks at the photos lining the fridge, the wall, the shelves. A natural curiousity got a hold of me, the same sort that had me google the name of the buyers of our house to see who they were besides just the buyers of our house (I put all our photos away for our open house and inspection, I'm such a hypocrite!).

Today though I wasn't just curious to see what a twenty-something single gal living alone in a fabulous pad her parents bought looked like.

I was curious to see what OUR child might look like.

Bahahaha.

I mentioned in the previous post that the buyers of our house are the same demographic as Duck and me. Well guess what, the sellers are too! We're keepin' it all in the family!

So I was just curious, you know, as to how their daughter, who lives in the condo, looked.

It was for, ah, research.

I don't even know what I'm saying.

I guess I'm a little fascinated with the phenotype of a mixed-race couple...in other words, what a potential Junior CatDuck would look like...in other words, whether our children would be exotic-looking...in other words...

Whether our children would be hot.

We should not be allowed to have children.

(Even if they might turn out to have honey-blonde colored hair, ooooo!!)

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