The Bachelor

(Hands off, girls, cuz he's already taken!)

Shallow Man is graduating with his Bachelor's degree this Friday and I am thrilled.

That is all.

:)

Going into the moon's shadow

We're disconnecting the internet and TV tomorrow in preparation for our big move on Saturday and won't get them set back up until Monday.

This is always the part I hate the most about moving (well, besides the packing and loading and cleaning and moving and unloading and unpacking and not knowing where your hairbrush ended up for the next three weeks and having to figure out a new lightswitch system and where the hot spots in the oven are, but other than that...), where we go into blackout mode, technologically speaking. I always feel like I'm completely cut off from the world and that something extremely vital will happen (i.e., long-lost rich uncle dies and the executor sends me an email saying please call within the next 24 hours for your inheritance of three gajillion dollars and if we don't hear from you by that time it will all be donated to the society for the prevention of cruelty to mushrooms) and I won't know about it until later, when it's too late.

So I guess all I can say is, nobody say anything important while I'm gone, and I'll see you on the other side.

Did you feel that microburst?

That was just Shallow Man and me giving a huge sigh of relief.

That's right, it's all signed and done and we move in on Saturday.

Ahhhhhhhhhh..............

Soon, soon...

it will all be over.

Our house-buying entourage should be arriving at our apartment within the next 15-20 minutes for closing. It's almost over. Then the sellers will move to Alaska and I will never have to deal with them again.

We'll be moving on Saturday and then I won't have to deal with moving for at least another three years.

The multiple baby showers for my sister are all over now, so I have a few months' peace before I have to start planning the ones for my sister-in-law.

In a week and a half I meet the rest of my in-laws. Actually, let's not think about that one yet.

Let's just think about how in an hour we'll have closed on our first house.

Yes. That's a good feeling.

Soon, soon, soon.

Offers and counteroffers

Let this be a lesson to you all:

If you're trying to sell your house to Shallow Man and me, don't get greedy. This will only force us to get firm with you.

At this point we're considering how best to show our utter contempt for their current counteroffer (when the appraisal came in lower than their initial ridiculous counteroffer, what a surprise!). We've been fairly patient and more than reasonable up to this point, especially in making our offers. We were hoping they'd decided to be adults about this but apparently that's not the case. *Sigh.*

We're considering asking that they include a pony and install a small -- but serviceable -- bowling alley in the crawl space prior to closing in our counter-counteroffer. Including, of course, a note in the addendum that we like a good joke as much as they do. This will be no less of a joke than their current offer to us and makes for a much better story later on all sides. Hopefully it would also get the message out to them that we only entertain serious and reasonable counteroffers, not insults.

Unfortunately, our innate sense of professionalism (don't laugh so hard; I don't want any of my maybe-six-or-seven readers to choke and die -- there are few enough of you as it is) will probably win out and we'll end up leaving the pony out. Which is just as well, since I don't know where we'd put it -- what with the babies on the way we're probably going to need all the room for other things anyway.

*Sigh* again. What I put up with to stop paying rent.