Holiday weekend? Not for me

My job involves a weekly Monday deadline, so whenever the holidays fall on that day, I’m still working. Holidays? Smolidays. Yours truly didn’t get home until 4:15 this morning.

Then, the phone rang at 9:15 a.m. I figured it was work, but I was wrong. It was our Realtor. We’ve got a house! If everything goes according to plan, the closing is in 30 days. Which leaves us not a lot of time to get the house inspected, obtain a mortgage, give notice to our landlord and get packed.

Just call us the Barones — it’s literally across the street from Mr. Saver’s parents (and two houses over). Luckily, I have awesome in-laws.

I can’t believe it. It’s sheer craziness. The next four weeks are going to be insane.

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