it's a convoluted mess
…pation… Yesterday Bob and I met with our realtor at our future house to do our own “inspection” and finalize some paper work and other things. As we wandered through, I snapped some pictures and took in the sights, imagining what it will be like to live there in just under two months. I can’t wait to start experimenting in the kitchen. I can’t wait to pick out furniture to fill up the living room…. Keep reading…Antici…
Bob called me. They accepted our offer. They want us to close May 16th. Holy. Crap. So unless the world implodes between now and then…we’re going to be HOME OWNERS in less than TWO MONTHS. FLAIL. —
Saturday we went out and looked at four different houses. Two of which we really liked. One we made an offer on……after much debate on which one best suited our needs, required less work, et al. Monday they came back with a counter offer. We countered their counter offer. And now we’re waiting to see what they say about our counter-counter offer. Waiting…waiting…waiting…Hoping…Hoping…HOPING…….. Last Thursday after I got out of the shower, I was toweling… Keep reading…The waiting game…
Lest you think that title suggests I am pregnant, let me defuse those inklings right now with a resounding: NO. I do not want to catch pregnancy. But we are expanding. Moving. To our own place. As I have mentioned. Countless times. But you see, there have been some changes in our plans. We’re still giving notice at the end of March. We’re still moving at the end of May. Bob and I are still… Keep reading…The expansion pack…
I’m so glad I have a spam filter on the comments on this thing. That way I don’t have to wade through a fuckton of notifications when I get several dozen gibberish spam comments at once because people need a fucking hobby. I can just do a mass delete whenever I happen to notice, hey, there’s a fuckton of spam comments waiting to be deleted. This arrived on my doorstep yesterday. Bob and I each… Keep reading…Searching for lamp posts…
There is too much going on in my head right now. I can tell my stress levels are spiking (moreso than usual at least) just by reading my Twitter stream. It’s inundated with my latest fixations and excessive f-bombs. How is this different than any other day? Really, I’m not sure, but I do believe there is an actual increase. Bob said it best, my Twitter stream is really just a conversation with myself. I… Keep reading…Words without a sound…