George has been in a foul mood for a few days. Couldn't figure out what the problem was but I had some ideas. Everything about this Thanksgiving weekend gave me something to be thankful for (except the Eagles lost, so that just added to his yuck face). So I was like is he for real? If I'm right he's such a baby. And I was right. He was contacted by a family in Italy for a home exchange this summer. So he responded that we would be interested and then he never heard back from them. It was like a sophomore boy waiting for the girl to call him. He was constantly checking his email, blackberry, signs from the sky, etc. I was like, seriously, what are you doing? There are thousands of homes on the site, go send some emails out and find someone, don't just sit there pouting, you look silly (and you're ruining my weekend).
One of the reasons George will let me live in my village in my nest I love is because I support doing these home exchanges. It gives us a chance to see the world and puts George's mind at ease regarding living in one place for so long. So he sent a bunch of emails and a family from Switzerland who lives in the alps region on Lake Leman emailed us and said they were interested in coming here. So maybe we will be in Switzerland for the summer (or Italy), either way it will happen, no pouting necessary.
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