On Hops and Homes

So, the buying hiatus is going well. I've resisted temptation on all fronts. My blessed mother-in-law did give me 50 bucks in an envelope saying, "I never get you anything, go buy yourself something." So I did drop that like it was hot. But it doesn't count. You can't put every damn penny on debt. Besides, in two years when debt is gone, there'll be no money for spending because a loaf of bread will be 20 bucks (or, for all the DIYers, 5 pounds of flour will be 60!) and a tank of gas $150. Am I optimistic or what?! But it's true.

So, I bet you're dying to know what I bought?

The suspense killing you?

Well, I blew it all on beer. And beer paraphernalia. I got a tee from a local "American Public House." That's what the shirt really says. How cool is that? And one Hoptimum and one Fat Head Oktoberfest (for Simon) and we split what I thought was a Left Hand beer with hazelnut and apricot, but I can't remember the name or find it on their website, so the Hoptimum may have done it's job. Also, I got a special edition Jolly Pumpkin saison--iO Red Saison. Sooooooooooo excited about that. It's been cellared for my birthday (in our super cool cellar called a refrigerator). And Taza chocolate.

Amazing how fast $50 can go. :) It was the best day ever. Oh, did I mention, my saintly mother-in-love took the kid for three hours. So that whole time of buying bliss me and the mister had each other all to ourselves. :)

House search. Well, we're going to see two on Wednesday. Nothing too promising, but who knows. We're almost ready to buy anything at all.

*Funny Story: So, I'm in the kitchen peeling ridiculous eggs--losing half the whites, and making toast. The kid has been crying since she got into her chair for lunch because A) she fell asleep 15 minutes before we got home from our walk (5 minutes ago) and should not be awake right now and B) I'm not holding her. So, Simon's at the table "buttering" (because we really use coconut oil) the toast that's already done. You have to understand. We have a very small dining area. Because it is also our study. Also, it is the only carpeted area in the whole house. Seriously. F-ing dummies. Anywho, out of the corner of my eye, as I'm chipping away at these eggs, I see toast fly. Then I hear mumbling and a moderately concealed "fuck" (mind you, I've heard my husband cuss like maybe twice) and see a purple balloon get whipped across the room followed by more toast and a couple of red crocs. Apparently he tripped on something. Ohmygosh, I still can't stop laughing. Funnier still: the kid's been randomly stumbling around the house saying, "Oh, oh, ohoh, oh." :) Priceless.

I think if maybe a good sized tent became available we might avail ourselves.