In yesterday's post, I referenced a previous post without linking to it. I was just going to e-mail everyone that asked about it, but I'm lazy so I'm just going to clear it up here in one fell swoop. The origin of my axe murderer tutor. Sorry about not linking to it yesterday. I totally meant to but then my dog ate my link. You know how it goes.
So sometime last week, I mentioned in passing that Matt and I had put a bid in on a house. We had kind of low-balled them. The house is in great shape and in a nice neighborhood, and we felt a little bad that we offered so low, but we figured they'd counter, and we'd get the house for what we really wanted to pay. Really, what's the worst that could happen? They could hunt us down and collect our pinky toes using a machete as retribution? I didn't sleep a wink, worried about my poor little piggies. Luckily, I didn't lose too much sleep because our realtor called back less then 24 hours later with a response. They took it.
The days since have been filled with errands, phone calls and John Hancocks. If all goes well, we should have a closing sometime near Mallory's birthday. For those of you that don't know when that is, it's the same week as Dione's birthday. That should help you out. In addition to the house stuff, I still have kids to educate and a house to keep. Fortunately, I've hit a super-productive streak and have been working like crazy. It's like nesting only without the extra thirty pounds of hard belly in the way. I'm serious-- I cleaned my tub and my fridge in the same week. Maybe you do that all the time, but I'm lazy. (see first paragraph of this post)
The result of all of this? I appear to have a sore throat, I haven't been getting to visit my usual blogs or respond to e-mails, and I have now written a post with my eyes closed and resolved world hunger. I amaze myself.