Well, after agreeing on a very fair offer for our home the buyer didn't qualify for his loan. So we're back to living neatly again as strangers traipse through our lives. Somewhere this must be the definition of hell.
And tell me, how can one man get so much toothpaste on one mirror in such a short amount of time? I'm considering moving his toothbrush to the shower.
We spent the day looking at houses to purchase, then got the call that the deal had fallen through. I guess it's just as well. We didn't find "the" home yet. I'm a big believer in things working out for the best.
We have plans to see the movie "Brokeback Mountain" tomorrow while they're showing the house (or as a friend of mine called it, "Bareback Mountain.") I was hoping to "surprise" my husband with the subject matter and just tell him it was a western, but he'd already heard about it...darn it. He wanted to know what he should wear to see such a movie and I said, "Oh, I'm sure we can put you together a gay cowboy outfit." He laughed...sort of.