i admit that i have been a blogging slacker. well, not just blogging but at most every other aspect of my life. i am holding my breath right now waiting to hear about our house. i alternate between excitement and nerves. not wanting to jinx anything by packing or being too excited or talking about it too much. i am not normally quite so supersticious but for some reason i am going to extremes here. i don't even have closing marked on my calander. it is like being at your shitty restaurant job on a slow day when you're happy it is slow and someone says, "man, it is really slow today!" and then a bus load of old cheap ladies pulls into the parking lot. thanks for ruining my gloriously slow day, jerk! the question is- would those old ladies have shown up even if no one had said it was slow or did a higher force (fate, god, destiny, evil warlocks, aliens) intervene to give you something to do? and why the hell did my optimisim go on vacation this summer of all summers?