My life has been a roller-coaster of stress lately. We have always been up front with the landlords about our dog. They have been completely fine with it... until the 1st. For whatever reason, it turned into a huge issue. So huge, in fact, that we had the distinct impression they were backing out of the lease. We freaked out. I went from "yay new place to live!" to "oh my holy god we're homeless" in two minutes. Many phone calls to prospective new places to live, one highly acidic sleepless night, and long tearful conversations with my sister later, Michael got back on the phone with new landlord people. Turns out it was all a misunderstanding. SO.... now, YAY not homeless but MY GOODNESS REALLY? Anyway, happily moving in now and just thinking about getting some minor repairs done here and over in the new place.

Long day ahead and Easter dinner starts at 3pm. I'm on countdown!