Tomorrow at 9pm the house comes off the market for the time being & it’s the end of our contingency on the house we wanted to buy. We’ll try again in the spring. There is apparently currently someone on the fence as to whether or not to put in an offer. There have been several of them. Meh to all of them. I’m making an educated guess that the current fence-sitter won’t come through either.
M2 is asleep on my lap, in a little red velour dress, purple tights with black sparkly witches on brooms all over them, & a gold mardi gras bead necklace. Yes, she picked that outfit out herself — why do you ask? She has sweet tender little rosy red cheeks that are so nibblable, and little warm & sleep-sweaty hands.
We got the pasta rollers & ice cream maker back from storage yesterday when we got the CDs. And my hair trimming scissors. It’s out of season for lime sorbet, but I may have to make a chai ice-cream or something in the near future. Or… or something equally as tasty. Maybe next weekend make pesto pasta, I think I even have some semolina flour right now. OM NOM NOM NOM.
I’m terribly disappointed, but that’s sometimes how things roll. The temptation is mighty strong right now to rip all the crappily done crap off the bathroom walls that I’ve hated for all seven years that we’ve lived here, clean it up, smooth it down & paint it a nice neutral color. That would require some tiling work around the shower though & I don’t know how to do that yet. But I also am frustrated with the lack of tiling in the kitchen so… tiling. Because I have so much time for household projects like that.
