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2007-08-30 : 10:49 pm

A horrible, horrible number. I can't even say it. Or write it. But, oh god, it was catastrophic.

It... hoooo... okay.

It showed up on my... (oof- excuse me a moment)

On my scale. The other day. Tuesday, to be exact.

I... I... I just can't even deal with the number. I can't- I just can't.

Why I ever thought it would be a good idea to look at the scale is lightyears beyond me, but I did.

The number will be gone very soon, I promise you. Please don't worry that this is going to effect you at ALL. I've already taken preemptive measures (as well as some measures that were really quite emptive) to ensure that this number disappears, though it may take a while.

You know what? Let's just-- let's just move on, shall we?

Soooo... we have a house. This time for real, closing is in late September. I'm not sure when the last time we spoke about the house was, but we've had accepted offers on 2 houses before this one, and the deal fell apart with the inspection both times. This time the house looks solid. We love it.

It is small, with bad closet space. Both of these things I can deal with. It does not have a fireplace. I can live with that, too. The floor to ceiling pink tile in the bathroom might be a bit much after a while, but whatever. We kind of saw that one coming, since the one thing we've learned is that any house built in New England from about 1950 to 1965 (i.e. the houses that a. we can afford and b. aren't in Pompeii-like ruins) WILL have a pink- and black-tiled bathroom.

I love everything else about it. It's a darling little house. It has such a sweet back yard and it's bright and sunny, I'm going to make a big, beautiful flower garden in the front and it's going to be our home.

A few other little random bits: I am addicted to Rock of Love (rooting for Jess and Sam and I want Lacey to die a slow, mortifying death wherein she has to listen to herself sing and look at video of that obnoxious "I have them right where I want them, aren't I a clever little whore" smile); I really dislike Claire Danes except for in Shopgirl, where I love her; I am currently knitting a dishtowel in a buttery yellow cotton, and I'm quite happy with how it is turning out.

Fin.