Lord willing and the creek don't rise, we close Friday. The realtor screwed the pooch on some wording, so we don't actually move in until the 29th. Insert a string of profanity here.
The old buzzard (yes, she has graduated from biddie status to full blown buzzard) remains full of nasty little surprises. I may just have to hurt her before all this is over with. And before you pounce, no I am NOT referring to IM28. Although....
It'll happen. I just need to maintain what precious little remains of my tattered sanity until it does.