Monday, January 11, 2010

Manic Monday and Mud and Tape

Well, we finally gave in and hired some people to help us with our house. Admitted that perhaps, just maybe, we are not experts in everything and there are people who can do it better than us. That perhaps, allowing someone else to mud and tape the walls might be a good idea. That it will not make it any less our home.

And this incredible step forward has led to leaps and bounds forward.

So much so that it seems as though (shh) maybe (SHHHH) I think (DON'T SAY IT TOO LOUD YOU WILL JINX IT) that we just might (OH MY GOD JUST EVEN THINKING IT IS GOING TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP) move in.

This weekend.

OH NOW YOU'VE DONE IT. NOW YOU'VE SCREWED IT ALL UP AND YOU WOULD HAVE MOVED IN THIS WEEKEND BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND NOT ONLY THINK IT BUT WRITE IT, AND KNOWING YOU, YOU'RE PROBABLY READING THIS OUTLOUD TO YOURSELF TO MAKE SURE IT MAKES SENSE SO NOW YOU'VE SAID IT TOO. AND NOW YOU WON'T MOVE IN UNTIL FUCKING MARCH. OF 2011.

Ok, now that I've gotten that scary alter-ego voice thing out... we might move in!

This weekend.

(maybe). Ok probably. (or maybe not).

I am trying to be non-committal because if I committed and we didn't do it I might die. Like fall over dead and screaming.

Although I guess you can't keep screaming if you are dead, but if there was a way, I would figure it out.

Anyway. This rambling, nonsense-ical post is brought to you by Monday.

MONDAY!

Because it's 10:12p.m. and John and I have not been home before 8:30 p.m. since before vacation, and we are exhausted and ready to move in and I have had a couple glasses of wine and want nothing more than to go sleep for fifteen hours and then paint walls in my house and put things on those perfect walls and then get back into bed in my new bedroom.

But alas. Tomorrow I will go to work, and the next day, and the day after that and EVEN, the day after that. But the day after THAT? THE DAY AFTER ALL THOSE OTHER, SUCKY, VANILLA, MIDDLE-OF-THE-WEEK-IN-THE-MIDDLE-OF-JANUARY-DAYS? That is the day I will move in to my new house.

(probably)

And I couldn't be happier if I tried.

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