Monday, August 27, 2007

Can You Smell What The Rock Is Cooking?

After a phone call from the realtor to inform us that the homeowner's association is meeting in two hours to discuss our offer, and another panicked phone call from me to Dan, relating in one long sentence the depth and breadth of my hysteria:

Dan: "Don't worry. I love you, baby. I'm your rock."

Yes you are. I love you too.

*Edited: Contract countered by seller; counteroffer ACCEPTED by all parties as of 6 p.m.!

1 comment:

Heather said...

That is very sweet.

And I love the title.