When you last heard from us, The Husband was desperately trying to be a survivor man in our snow storm but we weren't in much need of survivor skills, seeing as how we kept power and most of the state cancelled any need to go anywhere.
We bought a house this week. Remember how we accidentally rented our house, and we have been squatters at The Husband's Nanny's old house for the last 8 months? We've put offers on 3 houses in the past year and this one finally worked. We like it.
We went over on Friday before the closing to do a walkthrough. Luckily for The Husband there was plenty of ice left on the driveway that he could shovel and scrape and be a survivor man. I was just glad he was making me a safe path to walk on, I didn't care what his motives were. A neighbor heard all the scraping and came over and introduced herself, all neighborly. She stayed for a minute and went back home, as neighbors do.
Then another neighbor came over to introduce himself. Within the first 90 seconds of meeting him he'd told us he was in plumbing distribution, he was a former federal agent, a former Henry County detective, a former triathlete, he doesn't drink Bourbon, and that his wife's sister was fat and could eat us all. The Husband and I decided later that he might not have been a good federal agent if it only took him 90 seconds to give himself away. But, he chipped in and started shoveling while our realtor supervised.