Last month was full of travel. Just as I arrived in San Antonio, Kiefer was headed to Turkey. He called me from the airport.
Kiefer: Guess what?
Thoughtsy: You’re blowing off work and flying to Texas to see me?
Kiefer: I wish. We got the house.
For almost 2 years, Kiefer and I looked at houses. We put offers in on several, and one offer after another was outbid. Rejection again and again.
But…finally…we found a cute house; they accepted our offer, and we got the keys last night.
I’m happy to report this house has 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. Two bathrooms! After the house was officially ours, the first words out of my mouth were: “I have to pee…in my bathroom.”
A kid-free bathroom. It was heaven. Then…this happened:
Thoughtsy: KIEFER! Help! I’m trapped in the bathroom. The door is stuck. Let me out!
Kiefer: Bwahaha! That’s funny. Open the door.
Thoughtsy: I can’t.
Kiefer: Did you lock it?
Kiefer: Are you sure?
And that’s how we got the first item on our new house’s To-Do List. I can’t believe the new bathroom turned on me like that. Jerk…. If I suddenly stop blogging, you’ll know where I am. Send help.
Finally…Everything seems to be coming together.
Wedding? Almost checked.
House with more than one bathroom? Check.
Baby? Hopefully soon to be checked.