Inside, it’s full of gold and cheese! (Not really…) ;)

For everything good that happens, something bad will happen; our purchase offer was accepted, thus – what? What terrible thing lurks in the future? My insides are properly knotted – even more than when I got married. It’s the slow pace of it – how I sit here blogging when I could be underwriting my own loan, appraising my own property, closing my own purchase. But I can’t do any of these things. They are all out of my hands. This is best, most excruciating nightmare I’ve ever had: I am about to buy a really, really big toy, and I DON’T GET TO BE IN CONTROL.

It’ll all be fine, I’m fine.

Curt’s watching XXX. This movie is completely ridiculous. We’re almost through all two hours of it, and I’ll bet Vin Diesel’s going to parachute out of at LEAST two more planes. It could be a drinking game.

Filing receipts and updating Quicken while watching Zombieland. This will most likely become another one of my weekend favorites. It joins the following list of movies I watch regularly while tidying up ’round the Ponderosa:

1. Dawn of the Dead
2. Silent Hill
3. Double Indemnity
4. The Postman Always Rings Twice
5. Psycho
6. Little Miss Sunshine

Nothing like a little survival horror / dysfunction to start a great weekend. :)

It is good to remember how lucky Curt and I really are, all things considered. Everything is fine. I have the luxury of whining because nothing is really wrong. So, I’m thankful.

Finished the first “book” of the Illiad. What’s Greek for “jackass”? :P

It’s increasingly improbable that we’ll have closed on a house before Mad Men starts up again, so I’ve resorted to obsessively checking the AMC website. I Mad-Menned myself into a scene; I call it I Raise You A Donut:

House hunting is exciting, but it’s driving me crazy. I check listings obsessively, and at night I alternate between anxious dreams about work, and equally frantic dreams about not being able to find a house. Alas I am not one of those cool-as-a-cucumber types; I am undone by stress.

But now I’ve got Rick Astley (the I-Still-Can’t-Believe-He’s-Not-Black guy) singing to me over YouTube. GOD, weren’t the ’80s the BEST!!?!!

Hehe. ;)

For the last three and a half hours, Curt has been attempting to beat my score on the third level of Defense Grid: The Awakening, and he has been unable to do it.

BAHAHAH!

And WTH, Kurt. You have a blog! ;)