Man, what a weekend.

Crystal and I found out that there’s another morgage on the house we’re interested in. the bank is doing a title check, which is what’s taking so long. Our realtor said we should have an answer sometime this week about our bid.

It’s not so much whether we get the house or not, it’s the uncertainty and the lack of response that bugs me. If we did want this house so much, we would have walked a long time ago. If we haven’t heard anything by this Monday, we probably will start seriously looking at other houses.

To prepare for moving to a new place, we’re already packing stuff up. This involved moving large, akward pieces of furniture out of our garage/storage and into an already overcrowded apartment. We managed to get it all, but not before I wanted to put my hand through a wall due to sheer frustration and nearly tore my pinky toe off by hitting it on our recliner.

The short of it is, I HATE moving. I’ve done it too many times and am sick of it. I’m very glad that this next time will most likely be the last time for a very long time.

Now, you’ll have to excuse me. I have a huge migrane and my monitor isn’t helping. My pillow, however, just might do the trick! ;-)