Time for nothing

Y'all!

This has got to stop!

I'm on a first-name basis with the IT man. OK - he IS nice, and he's got very cool dreadlocks and a charming manner, but I shouldn't really be on a first-name basis with him, should I?

Well?

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Also, we bought a house today. I think. At least the sellers took our offer.

Now there's the little thing of the finances and inspections to get through.

But whoa, Nelly! If we get it we can say goodbye to the high-schoolers and their noisy cars and curse-word conversations and migrating garbage! We can say goodbye to the streetlights that turn a dark night an abnormal amber hue. We can say goodbye to renting, and linoleum floors that don't QUITE make it all the way under the baseboards and toilets that can't handle the output of a couple of growing boys (do.not.ask) and worn carpets and no place for the dogs to run.

We CAN say "hello" to the front porch and back deck and 7.6 acres and country and trees and new appliances and a jacuzzi tub and a 2-car garage! Say hello to peace and quiet and dark nights and a place to stretch out and start dreaming all over again of the future. Say hello to each child getting his own room for the first time ever, and to having room left over for an office. Say hello to a garden and pond (once we put it in) and gettin' a little dirty pickin' weeds and veggies and flowers and teachin' the kids to tell one from the other.

They say it's hard to say goodbye, but I'm thinking this won't be so very tough. I'm already decorating the bedrooms in my head.

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Is it me, or is this headline a little confusing? "Why would he pick HER?" was my first thought.

Clearly, I need to keep a little closer watch on the current events.