Holy crap it's really happening

Big day, people. Closing on the house today. MY house. All 3 bedrooms and 2 baths of it. All two-car garage and backyard shed (where I will store the tools I do not own). It took a while to figure out what to wear today. I want to look employed, you know what I mean? Plus my realtor wants to get a pic of me in front of the house after we close. And this could be my Christmas card, so no pressure.

Just went to the bank and withdrew the biggest cashier's check I have ever held in my possession. I kept expecting the teller to be like "um, no sweetie. Nice try." But she didn't even bat an eyelash. (She did congratulate me, however.)

I think champagne is in order.

Is this thing on?

We have had a mic stand (with a microphone) in our office for like two months, since the lip sync contest kept getting postponed due to weather. But seeing people's reaction to the mic was so hilarious. Everyone who came into the office would step up to the mic and either pretend to sing, ask "is this thing on?" and tap it, or just pretend to speak into it like they were at a town council meeting or something. Personally, my mind goes to spelling bees, so I always stepped up to the mic and asked "could you use it in a sentence?"

Good times, people. Good times.

Weekend Wrap-up

Our high school reunion was a blast. Got caught up with old friends, re-made new ones and even tried on someone's graduation dress for kicks. AND found out that I got the house! Going on the final walk-through today, but closing this week (god willing). #graduatinginreallife

I saw the sign

Unbelievably, I have my 20-year high school reunion this weekend. I certainly don't feel that old. I vowed after my 15th that I wouldn't go to the 20th unless I was pregnant/engaged/married/had something exciting to report. Annnnnnd none of the above. But here we are. Will still be fun to see everyone, and admire how much better everyone looks than we did in 1995 (I personally would like to thank eyebrow waxing and Botox). Me being me, I burned 90s mega-mix CDs for everyone as a party favor. Of course, these are songs I was listening to in the 90s, so not everyone's musical tastes will be served, but come on - who doesn't love Ace of Base?! (Okay, a lot of people. Sorry ladies.)

And we hit yet another speed bump on the real estate highway

Got the appraisal on the house - $20K less than the sale price. Dear god. I don't have $20K. (And if I did, I'd be buying a nice house! Hey-oh)

So now it's up to the sellers to prove the house's worth, so we wait. Good thing I already bought patio furniture - I'll need something to sit on when living on the street corner.

She must be a yankee. Southern dogs wouldn't act this way.

Obviously my phone doesn't ring enough. Now whenever it does, my dog starts barking because she knows it's the concierge calling to tell me I have a visitor. And she doesn't like visitors, so she barks at them. But this whole pre-barking, I-know-someone-is-coming-inside-and-I-don't-like-it thing, is new. Jesus. I have not raised the best hostess. #sorry

Taking things literally. Literally.

At an arts festival a few weeks ago, this lady came up and told me how much she liked my dress. Obviously joking, I said "thank you - my job here is done!" And then she asked what I did for work. I answered, but noticed she seemed perplexed. I realized that she thought I literally meant "my JOB" when I said "my job here is done." Um, it's a very common phrase...