This afternoon, with any luck, will be the closing of the new house. The Man got up at 5:30 this morning because he simply could not sleep. I was sympathetic. But you know, it's not my money, and I really like sleep.
After work I'll head home to get into my dirty-working clothes, and to get some folding chairs and maybe some champagne, and then I'll go to our new place and start stripping wall paper. I know what you're thinking: "That girl knows how to party!" Well yes. Yes I do.
The Man is so excited that I think he fully intends for us to camp out at the new place tonight in sleeping bags. I'm in if he buys the pizza.
Please, keep your fingers crossed. Maybe your toes, too. Thanks!