Eeep. Apparently, my mention below of "our little one" sent readers scurrying to the archives. Sorry, that was meant to be a link to our four-legged child, Tucker. W
It's not really that I haven't cared enough to post something. I've actually tried, several times, but Blogger was down again like the cheap whore that it is.
Ahem.
Now, see, isn't that much better than the slient treatment? I thought so.
Let's try this again. There were two things I actually tried to post recently, and I'll just slap them up here:
Item one: Jane paid me the ultimate compliment:
I remember I liked him, but can't remember why.
I think she liked me because my self-esteem is completely unshakable.
Item two: If I seem a little quiet this week, it's because I'm in transition and my net access may be a little unreliable. The reason: HOUSE FEVER!
Dineen and I went to contract on a lovely house back in January; we closed on Monday and now we've joined the landed aristocracy. I think, in Virginia, that means we're now allowed to vote.
So I'm spending a lot of time at the house this week and next, meeting plumbers and so forth. Our net access won't be up for a while, so I'll be dialing in. None of that detracts from the joy of being in hock up to... well, far past my eyeballs.
Despite our heavily leveraged position, we're thrilled. We now own a great home, which needs only minor work to make it perfect for us and our little one. We timed the market just right - not only did we get a great deal on the purchase price, we got a loan that I simply didn't think was possible - they're lamost paying us to borrow. And in the intervening two months, the real estate market has turned to a seller's market: lots of buyers, and few sellers.
So we couldn't be happier. We're going to have a housewarming party sometime in April. If you're in the area, and want to come share our joy, let us know. W
