At the annual Waters Sunday Dinner (TM), I told my real estate agent of a mother that I was finally willing to start seriously looking at houses and I'm not sure there are words to express the joy and excitement that she showed in response to that. Whether or not it's because she's happy that her kid is in a place where he'd be comfortable making that kind of purchase or if it's because of the prospect of guaranteed commission at the hands of her eldest, I will probably never know. Either way, I think that I've secured myself as the favorite Waters kid, at least for a couple weeks. That's all I can ask for.
Of course, I didn't tell her that 95% of the reason I want to get a house is so I can adopt a whole bunch of pets and not bother my roommates with them, even if one of those roommates is my cousin. If the reason for excitement over my being in the market for a house isn't 🤑 and is more the former, then she'll be vaguely disappointed that I'm aiming more for giving her furgrandbabies over the more traditional sorts at this point in time.