Well, DABWAHA is over, at least for me. Despite the AMAZING efforts of #TeamKait, which got us ahead of Veronica Roth for about 45 minutes yesterday–a feat which I watched with more nail biting and nerves than I did that year MSU and Ole Miss went into double overtime during Egg Bowl–, we ultimately lost by 53 votes. I am still beyond ecstatic to have been nominated and to have made it past the first bracket. It says so much about y’all and how hard you worked on my and Red’s behalf, and I just can’t thank you all enough. I’d like to have a big backyard cookout for everybody. Except I kinda don’t think my yard’s big enough for a party that size. This is why we have Twitter.
The world is, I hope, settling down just a wee bit this week. The last two have been a flurry of activity at home and at work and I’d just as soon rest a bit mentally and settle back into my WIP. The writing has been sporadic at best between ludicrous work schedules, DABWAHA campaigning, and getting the house ready for showing. Yesterday was the first writing I’ve done since Tuesday (1404 words, thanks very much). I’m ready to get back in the groove.
Our house is officially back on the market.We had our first big showing yesterday, and I don’t think our house has ever looked better. We hid the kitchen garbage can behind the house and put the dog beds in the trunk of my car. No telling what I’m gonna lose this time trying to make it look like nobody actually LIVES here. But these were our whale–our picture perfect buyers. Our realtor said they really loved it, but were hoping for something with two bathrooms (of course they are–this is the kiss of death–so word of advice–don’t ever buy a house with one bathroom because nobody will want to buy it again), but they’re buying a house for their daughter who is currently in school here (and has a friend who lives down the street), their second daughter, who will BE in school here in a couple years, and then intend to use it as a game house, so we’re hoping that they will get over the bathroom thing. Fingers crossed and St. Joseph ordered. Yes. St. Joseph. Apparently there’s a thing about burying a wee St. Joseph statue while trying to sell your house. I’d never heard it before, but my coworker told me about it, and hey, I’m willing to try ANYTHING. Ours should get here on Wednesday.
Spring has totally sprung and the pollen is ridonculous. Everything is yellow. Hubs and I are having monster allergies and clearly I need to add more Puffs with aloe to the shopping list. I’m hoping for a good rain to wash it all away. It’s mid March and already mid 80s. We’re all going to die this summer. I’m just sayin’.