If It Ain't One Thing . . .

Well, I can think of a lot of different words to describe the last four weeks, but "interesting" is probably a much nicer way to put it than my first choice, which starts with cluster and rhymes with duck. The end of February did not bring the closing of The Never Ending Refinance (which started at Thanksgiving), but rather another request for even more paperwork. I have given the lovely folks at Chase until the end of March to wrap it up or I will need to start looking for other lenders or start packing up the U-Haul to move back in with the folks. Of course, I am constantly amazed at how much stuff one and a half people can accumulate in six years, so I guess moving is absolutely out of the question . . . I am far too lazy to pack.

March kicked off with a bang when the hot water heater sprung a leak . . . fortunately it's in the garage (not the attic, like a lot of them around here) . . . unfortunately my wallet is $800 lighter. . . I guess 15 years was just a little too much for the old girl to take. Now we're just waiting to see which of the other past-it's-prime parts goes next. My guess is the roof or the heat pump/AC . . . I really need to start sleeping with a handyman.

On the plus side, one of K's horses at her dad's finally had her baby and while we didn't win either the Name the Baby or Guess the Due Date game, we DID get to see litle Nemo when he was three days old . . . K had her "hospital bag" all packed and ready to go for a week . . . it was far too adorable for words.

I am hoping that's all the excitement we'll have for awhile. For now, soccer season is gearing up, the house hasn't fallen down around our ears yet, the car still runs and I get to wake up each morning to snuggles from the sweetest 6 year in the world . . . I guess it just doesn't get any better than that.