Am I really sitting down right now? Really?
*sigh* Oh yeah.
Today was a pretty busy day. Well... as "busy" as I do these days! So I guess if I ventured outside of my house for something other than church or the grocery store, I'm considering it busy. I'm existing lately as an infant. I like to eat every three hours and nap as much as possible in between. If only Maddie and Eden would get on board with this new routine that I'm trying to initiate!!
We are approaching the closing date of the "new" parsonage that our family will be living in soon. This entire process had taken a complete year; which is fine really but just in case you ever encounter a real estate term called a "short sale", do not think that the "short" is referring to time!
Things are moving along now and we've spent all day running errands pertaining to our impending relocation. I've arrived at the conclusion that by the time all is said and done, between the purchase price, lawyers fees, closing costs and remodeling, this parsonage will cost the church approximately 675 trillion dollars.
That might be a slight exaggeration. The final numbers are still to be determined.
To be perfectly honest, the entire parsonage concept is somewhat awkward for me. What I would prefer to do is to work for the church for free and live off of a trust fund established by wealthy deceased relatives.
But I don't have any rich relatives. And neither does Seth, as far as I know.
Doesn't it seem that just about everyone has at least one wealthy Uncle Larry somewhere in their family? Not us though! And it also seems that everyone has one unexplainable weird Uncle Fred somewhere in the family tree, too. I personally have like 7 weird Uncle Freds in my family but not one rich Uncle Larry.
You would think that by now President Obama would have created a solution to this obvious injustice. Maybe similar to the "Cash for Clunkers" plan, we could trade in relatives in a "Cash for Crazies" program.
In case you are concerned that I may be considering trading you in, Tara, rest at ease. You are too good of a cook to loose. Suzanne, however, has not brought Sunday dessert in some time now so she better watch her Ps and Qs.
Can I blame pregnancy hormones for everything I just typed?