The seller has agreed to put in a mound system, but it's getting cold out, and if the grounds froze, no mound can go in. And if no mound goes in, the bank won't give us a loan. And if the bank doesn't give us a loan, we can't get the house. And if we can't get the house, I'm going to find the other buyer, and punch their two front teeth in. You have been warned.
So here we sit. Waiting. Hoping. This next step is the last major step before we decide to have kids. And I want a house for a good two years before children, and I want children at 27. Do the math, I'll be 25 in November. No sweat.
I realize this pre conceived notion of what I think my life should be may be a little OCD, but hey that's what's going on in my head, good luck stopping it. Of course, Kevin does not have a life timeline that he tries to stick to, and it drives.me.nuts.
It's also one of the reasons I love him so much. So I'll just sit back, bite my tongue, and wait. And hopefully not too long, my patience meter is damn near out.
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