Developing an Exoskeleton

I'm telling you, if the new bun bun isn't the end of us, this house hunt will be.  How do people find the energy??

I've had two people in the last two days tell me they're expecting a baby, and in both cases it wasn't planned, and I just want to say, tell me about it, and then regale them with stories of Lucy Loo (who belongs in a zoo) chewing on the base boards or running through the apartment at the speed of light.

But I don't.  I keep my mouth shut.

See how guilty she looks?

So, the house hunt.  In short, we came this close to putting an offer on a house last week, but decided not to because of some issues.  We found the perfect (for us) house yesterday at the perfect price in a great location with a perfect view, and put an offer on it.  We weren't pleased with the counter, so we're letting it go and are placing an offer on our Plan B tonight.  The location isn't as perfect but the house is much better.  I have a feeling they'll take this offer.

If they don't, I will officially grow an exoskeleton and will become so distanced and removed from my own life that I will not have an emotional response to anything anymore.  G will be on his own with the bunny, and I'll curl up at Sonic and self-soothe forever.

Didn't I say I wasn't going to get all EMO about this?

Blue Skies...

People at work are starting to tip toe around me.  I was on the phone with the realtor today and one of my coworkers apologetically knocked on my door and murmured something about a broken fixture in the office.  I was like, I'LL DEAL WITH IT IN A MINUTE.  I'M BUSY RIGHT NOW.

I can tell they want to ask me how the search is going, maybe offer an encouraging platitude, but at the end of the day they just don't want to go there.  I can't blame them.

I'm going to go scold Lucy Loo for the millionth time and find my happy place (i.e. catching up on Revenge)...