The last couple of weeks have been incredibly stressful. I'm having trouble eating, I feel sick to my stomach most of the time, my heart is banging away like the Blue Man Group, I've had one long headache, and I've been prone to inexplicable fits of rage and depression.
Which can only mean one thing.
We're buying a house.
Ha! You thought I was going to say I was pregnant, didn't you? I'm so not pregnant. Let me repeat that ... SO NOT PREGNANT. Not that a baby would be a horrible thing, mind you, but Marc and I believe firmly that babies need parents who are willing to part with things like weekend mornings spent sleeping until 11 and weekend evenings spent drinking large quantities of Shiraz. So no. No babies yet.
But! Yes! House! Not only are we looking for a house, and not only did we find a house we like, but five minutes ago, our agent called to tell us that the sellers accepted our offer. Did you hear me, world? THE SELLERS ACCEPTED OUR OFFER. Never have five words sounded so bloody wonderful, and I'd venture to say that those five words are right up there on my list of Favorite Sentences That Have Been Said to Me in the Past Two Years, right up there with "Will you marry me," "I do," and [said by my dad when my mom had to have a heart catheterization this summer] "Your mother doesn't need bypass surgery after all."
Provided the financing ducks and home inspection ducks line up in an orderly fashion, we will move into our new house ("our new house" -- ohmygod, how wonderful is the sound of that phrase!) in the second week of December, which gives me almost 2 months to obsess about furniture and where to put that really cool Chinese folk art watercolor we bought on the honeymoon last year.
This is our house:
We're getting a house!
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