So, while I haven't expounded as well as I should, for the past few months Karma has shat on us more than I feel was necessary.
Today she apologized, kissed our feet, and promised to treat us better.
First: David got his non-training, semi permanent schedule at work: 40 hours a week before lunch breaks. Woot.
Second: The adorable little duplex bungalow thing we looked at last week and with which we both fell desparately in love? The one I haven't mentioned until now to prevent jinxing? Yeah, Owner totally approved our application. Sign the lease next week, and it OURS...well, you know, ish. double Woot.
Three: Grandmother called. Dearest rich uncle who owns the fabulous (and fabulously dilapitated) railroad warehouse turned restaurant/reception hall brimming with antique Acadian charm literally blocks from the church where we are to be wed...has leased it for use as a reception hall. This is the building I dreamed for my reception since I was twelve. This is the missing half to my perfect ceremony/reception duo. This is the place I was told not to hold my breath about because it was all kinds of fubared after being left all but vacant for four years. AND NOW IT'S TOTALLY EFFING AVAILABLE!!!
Thank you, Karma. I needed that.
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