Really Pissed Off

Finally heard back from the lawyer in the valley with regard to the purchase of the "dream house". I am ready to give up on the whole damned thing. Every ounce of positive attitude has taken a hike the moment I came home tonight. I just wanted to scream and throw stuff and generally act like a three-year old. Give me credit for not screaming or throwing things, although I was a bit short with the husband for delivering the craptastic news.

What it amounts to is that the seller of the dream house only wants to give us a two month extension, plans on keeping the original deposit, wants another deposit and the right to continue to try to sell the house. @*%&%^!!!

I'm going to sleep on it. I will try not to dream horrible bitter dreams involving timely accidents for my enemies (no, I don't think I would be able to name them because I really don't believe I have enemies per se, just people that I don't particularly like...). Tomorrow, I will try to rise above. After all: I have my health, a fabulous family and purrrry kitties. What more could a woman want, besides the dream house that is?

Hey Dorothy! I'm up to SIX finger puppets! I never figured that I'd have so much fun making them. That's what today's efforts look like, plus two that don't have faces sewn on yet. LMOL