Closing is finally upon us. We've waited so long to get here, then suddenly it happened so fast our heads are spinning.
I am sitting outside the house waiting for our agent and my husband to arrive for the final walk through. As soon as we are done we are going straight to the closing.
Here we go.
In place of the thornbush, the cypress shall grow, instead of nettles, the myrtle.
- Isaiah 55:13
Friday, January 20, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Just in case you've ever wondered...
Cornbread and tomato soup do not go together. My regrets to anyone who thinks they do.
My son is home sick with flu-like symptoms, and the vomitting has subsided. He asked for tomato soup for lunch. No problem. I didn't feel like eating grilled cheese (thought it might be a smidgen too hard on his tummy) so I whipped up a quick batch of cornbread. The stuff out of the blue & white box.
So while Junior sat down to eat his soup and crackers, I sat down to my soup and cornbread. I ate the cornbread first, then turned my attention to the soup. Apparently, tomato soup tastes like feet when eaten immediately after cornbread.
Seriously, feet.
Gross. Almost as gross as all the vomit in my hair yesterday.
My son is home sick with flu-like symptoms, and the vomitting has subsided. He asked for tomato soup for lunch. No problem. I didn't feel like eating grilled cheese (thought it might be a smidgen too hard on his tummy) so I whipped up a quick batch of cornbread. The stuff out of the blue & white box.
So while Junior sat down to eat his soup and crackers, I sat down to my soup and cornbread. I ate the cornbread first, then turned my attention to the soup. Apparently, tomato soup tastes like feet when eaten immediately after cornbread.
Seriously, feet.
Gross. Almost as gross as all the vomit in my hair yesterday.
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