Here we are at the end of the longest summer ever and could I just say that 2012 can go right ahead and shove it? Shove it, 2012! There. That should set things right.
I may have mentioned some of the following things already. Que sera.
We tried to sell our house in Boston and the buyers backed out 2 days before passing papers so then we had to come up with a mortgage payment in 48 hours. Yippee! We did get it rented for this month and I am hopeful that our new house tenant is a good guy because I want to be happy and I want him to be happy. And I really didn’t want to be a landlord. So here’s hoping that all goes well for the next year or so.
My brother is also getting married in a few weeks. I am Best (wo)Man and the IMP are flower girls. I had a bit of trouble getting dresses but they are finally here. With a few hems and addition of straps on my sleeveless dress so it doesn’t come tumbling down, we’ll all show up in one fairly less disheveled piece than was projected last week. I also have to write a Best (wo)Man speech. I’ve been thinking about it for over a month and having some serious writer’s block. It’s making me anxious, quite frankly.
We are having a joint birthday party for the girls this Saturday and have rented their very own bounce house for the backyard. I will also be bringing them cupcakes to school on their actual birthdays and we will have presents and more cake for the family after dinner on their birthdays. So, this Friday for Amelia it’s school cupcakes, then cake and presents at home, followed by a joint party with their friends the next day (and more cake!). Then 10 days later, Elise gets her school cupcakes and evening festivities and we all sleep off the sugar crash.
A few days later it’s up to Boston for the wedding with fingers crossed that the two of them don’t just run through the church pews screaming during the vows, ripping dresses and tossing petals everywhere. The reception is outdoors so I think I can speak for all involved when I ask the weather gods for a nice evening. Then I collapse in a heap. But not for long because it’s bidding season so we have started rolling the Bid List dice for the last 2 months to see where the Powers That Be will make me move to in 2013. Have I mentioned that I am 39 but look not a day over 63?
Next up – Halloween costumes, holidays with the family, and buying last minute Christmas presents. And alcohol in copious amounts. Ta-da!