As a mother, I have decided that one of the most painful things you can do to your children is make them look at real estate with you. I have never heard more whining, moaning, complaining, or "again?" in my life. It almost drove me to drink.
The funny part is that when my parents moved us from Houston to Austin, they rented a house on Camp Fire Trail. I thought that was such a stupid name for a street. Now, 25 years later, we are renting a house 2 blocks away from Camp Fire Trail...on Chuck Wagon Trail. But the best part is, after living 2000 miles away, Chuck Wagon Trail sounds Texan. And that's sounds good to me.
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