associated in random thought

so yeah.

after nearly two months of constant paperwork and papertrails and the sad death of trees in the process, we are closing on our house today. 4 pm.

the dogs are excited, and become ridiculously waggily as we ask, "do you want to move to the country? where you'll have a doggie door? and grass in the backyard?"

and sparky does a victory dance at the thought of her own room, brand new with a big closet.

finally. we win.