Closing the chapter, officially.

We've been frantically clearing out the last remnants of our life in the old house for the last couple of days. Things like the vodka in the freezer and, oh, half my clothes which were in the laundry room and I'd completely forgotten about. I only mildly registered my three pair of underwear and lone pair of shorts as 'a little peculiar'. This is what home loving mania does to you.

We also found another 40 outfits of Logan's. I know I've moaned before about Logan's extensive wardrobe. I am seriously tempted to take pictures of him every day for the next three months so I can prove to him that he wears the same 10 items over and over and over and so he doesn't need to take up three quarters of the closet, five drawers of an enourmous dresser to my one quarter of the closet and 4 tiny drawers assembled of particle board.

I'd take pictures of each of his outfits, except that he leaves the house at 6 or 7 in the morning and the only reason to be awake at 6 o'clock in the morning is the same sole reason there is for running 26.2 miles. You are being chased by a tiger. And not just a zoo tiger or anything, a very hungry, wild and possibly rabid tiger.

Yesterday I woke up early feeling a little stressed about deadlines and house closings at around 5 in the morning. As I laid there convincing myself to go back to sleep Logan's alarm went off. He got up right away and started getting dressed for a bike ride.

I said, "I can not believe you are waking up at 5 in the morning to go for a bike ride."

He replied, straight faced, "It's not 5.....it's 5:30."

Then I looked for the wild and hungry tiger which must be in hot pursuit. No tiger.

Our closing is tomorrow morning at 10am and then Saint Joseph can come to live with us in our new home.

Comments

[rimarama]

Did you check the oven? When we moved there was still a Play-doh cake in there.

[Erika]

Congrats!

[Mysh]

Yay for the Summers! :O) And St. Joe too.

[Lena]

At 7:00 tomorrow morning my time I will be raising my coffee cup to you, Melissa.

[carosgram]

So glad it is all coming together for you. By the by, don't bring St. Joe with you. Dig him up and give him to someone else who is trying to sell their house. Sharing is a good thing.

[Plain Jane Mom]

Good god, don't forget the vodka from the freezer -- you're going to need that for the unpacking!!

[Zookins]

Isn't it the best feeling? To be able to move on, without the teensiest bit of sadness. Kudos to you!!

And I'm thrilled you remembered St. Joseph, too. :)

[Momo Fali]

It's 7:35, you should be knee deep in paperwork and disclosures right now. Hope you drink that Vodka when you're done!
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[BOSSY]

That's excellent news about the closing! Now - about that additional fee on your Agreement of Sale: That's the death tax incurred after your reading audience lost years from their lives worrying over the sale of your property.

[Pete Dunn]

Would you also come to my house and please throw away all the clothes older than my children? Like, for example, the now-transparent t-shirt from the really awful play I was in during my 18 months as a musical theater major in college?

[Kim]

Please send the St Joseph to me. I need him, along with one less mortgage and a job.