I should probably start packing, huh?

About six different times, I tried to meet with the lady who owns the townhouse we are supposed to be renting. Every time, she had a reason that she wasn't available. One day last week, I even drove to the townhouse to meet her husband/boyfriend/business partner/whatever (that's another story), and he didn't have the lease ready. Finally, on Friday, I told her that we had to get it done this weekend, considering that we need to start moving on the 15th. She told me to call her back that evening and we would make arrangements. I called her a couple of times that night, and twice on Saturday. I couldn't get in touch with her. I was pretty sure we were going to have to start all over and try to find somewhere to live. Finally, she called me Sunday and we met them last night.

After all of the aggravation, I was expecting to hate this woman, but I really like her. She's a nurse, like me. She hates it and no longer practices, like me. She used to work in the neonatal ICU, just like me. And she's a conservative and willing to vote for anyone she has to in order to keep Obama out of the White House. So you know she must be very intelligent, like me. ;)

Unless you are a liberal. Then we are both racists. *eyeroll*

But most of all, when she found out my age, she was shocked and said that I look 28!! So now I LOVE her!

Anyway, we signed our lease. And she wants to sell us the townhouse, so we're going to talk to her about that in a couple of months.

I love the townhouse. Even though it's not right on the water, there's a community dock just a short walk away, and we can see the drawbridge and intracoastal waterway from the porch on the second and third levels. But the main reason I want to buy it is because we haven't even heard on the house we made the offer on yet, but we have to move now, and I'm tired of being a nomad. I don't think I'd want to move again in 6 months if someone gave us a house.