waiting... is the pits

there is this kind of torture that is incredibly underrated for driving people insane, making them testy, irritable, pissy, and generally destroying really good folks. it's called.... waiting.
(a song called open doors  by brandi carlisle just started playing in which she sings over and over.... what are you waiting for.)
anyway... so. this is a seven month saga of torturous waiting.... first about the general search, waiting for the perfect house, and not a month and a half into the actual purchase of a house..... that my georgous lady needs to have (i say needs because of her intense desire, so much so that it is destroying/has destroyed her.... and therefore my happiness and our lighthearted souls)

and now.... the settlement deadline has been missed twice.... AND WE CAN DO NOTHING ABOUT IT.

which is the worst feeling ever.
not only that there is something out of our/my control, but that the happiness of the person i love more than anything is being stomped on and there is nothing i can do about it.

we are also in this supper shitty situation where now it is the 24th, with a holiday day after tomorrow. and we have to be out of house we have been renting...... by monday. (did i mention that's less than a week away) OH and what happens if we don't get the house?

well, I really am trying not to have think about that... mostly because i am not allowed to broach the issue with helen.

and i have no idea... i  mean finding a place to live for two people.... not such a big deal. but, well, i have these stupid things to deal with:


there are three if they all look the same to you.

and then... h. has these two crazy felines:





so all in all, we have too many fuzzy balls of stupid cuteness to deal with. and although many folks have said we have a place to stay, i'm pretty sure they don't want our cats.

fo real.

ug.