Have I Mentioned?

I bought a house on Tuesday. Yup, we did it. Even with the financial world crumbling around us, we still found a way to get a loan and find a place we like and sign a bajillion papers until…dun, dun, dah! We’re first-time homeowners.

And how did I react? Well, Monday night Trent and I decided to say goodbye to our wonderful old house. He with bourbon, me with a glass of wine. Now, I should’ve thought twice before I took a sip, as I’d been feeling a bit off all day, but I had just assumed it was nerves. So I sipped my wine and chatted on the phone with a friend and watched Heroes. Then, as I lay in bed waiting to fall asleep, I began feeling pretty damn crappy.

Then I threw up for five hours.

So my house buying experience wasn’t all kittens and rainbows. The next day I literally drug myself out of my sickbed (Trent still claims our room smells like death), showered and somehow managed to sit through an hour of initialing and signing papers without any major incidents. Afterwards, instead of, in Trent’s words, going over to the house and “christening” each room, I went back to my teeny rental home, climbed back into my bed and slept for 14 hours.

So if you were wondering why I hadn’t posted for a few days or are pissed because I haven’t called to share the news, know it’s because I’m on a liquid diet consisting of Gatorade and Sprite, and thanks to my wonder-flu, I missed two days of work and am now terribly behind. Oh, and I also have not moved one box. Not one.

Stay tuned for tales of moving with the Peters Family! There shall be arguments over hiring movers versus borrowing some guy’s truck, hurt backs, paint fume inhalation, hopefully concluding with three happy people and one ecstatic dog pooping all over her huge backyard. Don’t go anywhere, you won’t want to miss it!