Academy award for dramatics

The people buying my house should win an award for most dramatic buyers ever. We've been going back and forth and back and forth to the point where I decided that I didn't care if they bought it or not. It would have been quite the financial burden if they had not as I am locked into buying the other house, but I could have worked two jobs and rented my house, what ever.

You know how it is when you finally give up and don't care? How the other people always come back at that point and give you what you formerly wanted? That happened today. I've signed the papers, they say they will. Now, I really need to get started packing!



Really, how could they resist this place?

Signed, sealed, delivered, I'm no longer yours

After 496 days of separation, counseling, mediation, and much discussion, my husband and I have finally filed for D.I.V.O.R.C.E. This means that in 90 days or so, I will be a free woman. Quick, someone take me out for a celebratory drink!

Bambi

Cali seems to be regressing on walking rather than progressing. I took her to the doggy physical therapist (I'm lucky to live in an area where companion pets are highly valued and with a teaching hospital and an excess of vets) and she thinks that she may have radial nerve damage. The good news is that she should get better over time and that PT can help. It just breaks my heart to take her outside and have her legs slide out from under her and for her to cry. I don't like making the cute brown dog cry at all.

On the home front the people buying my house have been having my sewer scoped for two days straight now. The news yesterday was good, but who knows what they've come up with today.