Single digits

***I wrote this several days ago. I'm not sure why it was sitting in my drafts folder. Sorry!***

I talked to Scooter last night. Surprising, I know. Actually, last night's conversation seemed almost normal. Except for the end, where it was rushed and weird because it was 8:25, and Lord knows we can't talk a minute past that, even if she calls me at 8:22. But that's a story for another time.



We're in the single digits for # of days until I see her again. We're both excited about that. She was excited about 6 more school days. I was excited about 4 more spin classes. We each have our ways of coping, I guess.



I found 2 pennies yesterday. Earlier in the week, I found a quarter. Tuesday, I found 4 pennies. This is a lucrative week to live in Portland. Ben even found a dime yesterday. In fact, in the past two and a half weeks, we've found 93 cents. That's almost 1/2 a load of laundry. Oh, man, I'm looking forward to living in a bigger apartment with a washer and dryer in it.



We've decided to put off buying a house. It was a tough decision, and we even went so far as to ask our lawyer about the legal ramifications of being fiscally responsible, er, of not buying a bigger house this year. We're still stalking "our" neighborhood, though. Rationale is that we should be able to save quite a bit of money in an apartment, and if a deal opens up in "our" neighborhood, it's only a couple hundred $$ to break the lease and take the house. But with an appeal looming ahead of us, and the wad of money we're paying to sell our Omaha house...we just can't bring ourselves to stretch that thin right now. We try to be financially responsible when we can. For instance, we always pick change up when we see it on the ground. :)