So because Rabbitch will die if I don’t say anything about the house and SOON, I will just say that my realtor is optomistic. He was, in fact, VERY optomistic, saying the loan docs are done and there’s no problem. Isn’t that what they say right before a problem?
Lala and I are slowly realizing that there’s a better chance than not that we’ll get to buy this house. (!!! — that’s the sound of the top of my head coming off in sheer amazement and outright disbelief.)
If we DO get it (how many more days? 12 or 13?), then things happen like paint! And boxes! And movers, because god bless it, no matter how poor we are, I hate moving and movers are angelic sweaty beings whom I worship blasphemously. And being together at the end of the day. One tube of toothpaste. That kind of thing.
I’ve never lived with anyone else besides family. Did you know that?
those dots up there show where my brain just shut down. Done. I’m taking a bath and getting up in six hours, so that’s all she wrote for tonight.
But oh! I’ve been writing a bit! Gold stars for everyone.
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