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Moving is a pain in the ass stretched over a period of weeks. I've had about all the moving related stress I can handle. Love my house, though.

I appreciate all the goddammits. Made me feel much better.

Last year almost to the day, I was in a size 8 pair of jeans.

Can we all just say Goddammit.

Goddammit.

House closing is Friday. I have packed and organized and hunted down documents and insurance companies and shopped and stressed and filled out forms until I am a shadow of my little short self.

So, now if all goes well with the inspection and the finalization of the loan then I have a house!

The bird has died. Now I just have a boyfriend and two kids.

Made an offer on a house yesterday. Will remain a nervous wreck until I hear back from them. Send valium. Thanks.

We have decided that roid rage has nothing to do with steroids. It is all about hemorrhoids.

Anyone home?