Just finishing up the last of the items on my current home’s “fix it” list and it feels like Grand Central Station here. It’s been a non-stop revolving door to get through this. I can’t wait for a day that I can sleep in and the only people that are ringing my doorbell are Jehovah’s Witnesses.
I’m a rebel today!
When you’re selling the house you’re living in, you make the bed as soon as your feet hit the floor. Even before coffee, you’re making everything “purdy.” Today, my bed remains unmade and I don’t care!
Just like Dharma and Merida, one of us keeps a smile. Always. The other one is old, tired, fat, and totally over this whole thing. I’ll let you guess which person identifies with which doggo. 😉
Closing has been set for 8/17/22 and then I’m officially homeless. We have an appointment to check a place out on Saturday morning that’s more than I want to spend and is bigger than I’m looking for — but we’ll see. I don’t want 4 bedrooms and 3 baths… and we’re going to look at a place with 4 bedrooms and 3 baths. And an upstairs. 🙄
TIL (Today I Learned): When a pilot ejects from their plane, the ejection seat manufacturer gives them a tie. The Ejection Tie Club is confined solely to those who have emergency ejected from an aircraft using a Martin-Baker ejection seat. There are over 6,000 members.