So, I bought a house with my daughter in June of 2005, when I was the ripe old age of 51. Thirty year mortgage. Yep, I’ll be 81 when it is mine, all mine -- oh, wait, no, it won’t. It is jointly owned by my daughter and me, so I’ll be 81 when it’s ours, all ours.
Our household consists of me and Erin, and her almost two-year old Irish Terrier dog, Keeley. Not living here, but frequently visiting and have keys to the castle are Heinrich (Erin’s dad) and Ryan, my youngest son. Also, Robbie, my older son, who lives in Manhattan but visits once a year (wish it were more often).