We are finally moving thurs and friday. The buyer of our house has become a stalker. The seller of our new house has been a gem. My blood pressure is out of hand. I understand why folks smoke now. Alot of RNs , I work with smoke like chimmneys. I now get

Mark my words-I will not move again! Carry my chubby butt out on a slab at death. Bury me in the garden. Go green people. Dust to dust. On our final walk through of the property, I noticed that I had remembered very little about this house. The kitchen to be exact. Tiny amount of cabinet space, lt blue floor and counter top. What were they thinking?I thought the counter was white. I want to remodel and its not legally mine until friday. I am going to have to wait a year or so before I hit hubby with this one. He can only handle so much change. I married the slob version of Monk. Oscar from the odd couple to be exact. Maybe blue will hide the dirt better? The wheels in her demented head start to move quickly visualizing a new kitchen. My mind is a dangerous place.