I had a small glimmer of hope yesterday afternoon that our home-buying process was resolving itself and that everything would more or less smoothly lurch to the closing on Friday.
That hope was dashed, as have been all my hopes so far.
We are once again in the midst of a hiccup. (Imagine that one for a minute. This hiccup kind of smells like Coca-Cola and Spaghetti-Os, I think.)
But our fortune from our Chinese takeout today reads, and I quote:
"Your home will be a great source of happiness."
Well, I hope so. I truly do hope so.
8.11.2009
Home-buying, sour home-buying
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I'm sure you'll get a kick out of the fact that I am not commenting on the whole "home buying" thing but on the "fortune cookie" thing. I have to admit that even though I don't theoretically believe in fortune telling, every time I open one of those cookies I have this anticipation and hopefullness that maybe, just maybe, it will say something truly profound and applicable to my life--as if God might decide to speak to me through a fortune cookie. Hey, it could happen, right?
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