Would there be a problem, do you think, with flying down to Georgia the day before my wedding to go to a school board meeting? Yes? You people have no imagination. I mean, I could totally paint my nails on the plane. On the bright side, I have secured a mole who is keeping me informed about what’s happening, a lovely and charming mole for whom I am going to buy many margaritas once we get down there. So I know what’s happening, at least, even though it’s killing me a little not to be able to participate, because that’s the sort of overbearing and bossy parent I am.
In unrelated news, thanks to everyone who patiently explained to me how to PROPERLY curl my daughter’s hair so as not to repeat her Little Orphan Chickie experience. We did a test run with the curlers last night, and were quite pleased to behold the bouncy results this morning. It was especially encouraging because the other small head in my house wakes up looking like this every morning.
And I could talk about some other stuff, but right now I have to go clean up and get out of here. It seems that our buyers who offered a buck fifty and a closing next winter contingent on their lottery win have decided to come see the house again in light of our counter-offer ($2k under our asking price, no contingency, June closing). “What does this MEAN?” I asked the realtor. “It means they really want the house,” he answered. It does not, however, mean they’re in a position to buy it, necessarily, so we’ll see.
Maybe I could offer to curl their hair, as an added benefit.