*swoosh-loopy loop*

Weekend was a roller coaster.


Even the site of this picture makes me queasy.

Have I mentioned that I can't stomach roller coasters?

Cause I can't.

Last time I rode a roller coaster was probably 10 years ago. Although I was hungover during our trip, I think it was the roller coasters that made me feel like vomiting.

I remember getting off of the ride, finding the nearest tree and dry heaving for a good 10 minutes.

That's kinda how this weekend was for me.

It started with the drama on Friday afternoon and the typical selfish STBE acts.

*click click up the hill*

Add to that the unknown of what the offer on the house was and what it meant to be told it's complicated.

*click click getting closer*

I did a holy shit, I need to find out where the kids and I are going to move to freak out.

*swoosh down the hill, through the loopy loop*

Saturday we met with our realtor. Whom I love to here and back, er there and back. Especially compared to Mr Miata, ass.

*click click click*

The contract WAS complicated...and ridiculous.

*swoosh, loop*

We could have walked or counter offer. We did the latter.

*click click*

Anyway.

STBE and I exchanged words.

*click click click*

Rush of tears, heart pounding, vomit threatening to project.

*down the hill*

I hate that rush of anger, that out and out rage of anger.

*hits bottom of hill*

Sunday, I'm sitting at a baseball game. Phone rings.

*click click click*

It's the lovely Realtor, "Congratulations!" She says, they accepted the offer.

*sits at top hill, elated*

"If the house passes all inspections this is a done deal" she exclaims.

*swoosh down the hill*

Universe? Are you there? It's me Stacie again...you know the routine.

*loopy loop*