We got a hint

We didn't get very far out of my mother-in-law's kitchen before she mentioned there were a stack of booklets for me on the living room endtable.

"Over there," my MIL pointed from her kitchen.

I knew what they'd be before I read "Dwellings," "Sibcy Cline" and "Re/Max" on their covers, but I picked them up and flipped right to the mansions and refurbished castles, pretending I was in the market for a home with a sitting room and a walk-in wine cellar.

Ooh, home listings for Ohio. Who'd'a thought?

The magazines got shoved in a box, put in our trunk and sent off with what I'm sure was a wish or a prayer.

We're cold-hearted heartbreakers.