unabashed squealing

We will be moving into the house with the room with the pressed tin ceiling the week before October 1, barring alien invasion or other unforeseen difficulties.

And, no, even we aren't that hat-trick impulsive that we can buy a house in a week (and wait till you hear the whole story); we're leasing for three years with an option to purchase at the end of said time period and yay! The terms are extremely favorable. After writing the check, we went by and crept around the backyard and peered in the windows. OUR windows.

Happy sigh.

A normal blogging day tomorrow, I predict and then a period of silence roughly corresponding with the holiday weekend.

Night.