Less than an hour until we sign the refinance papers, and I don't know where to go. We could either be meeting at the mortgage office or the title company, and they're on opposite ends of the planet. So I hope they call me back and fill me in. I like a little drama as much as the next girl, but honestly.
While talking to Laura at knitting last night, I discovered that if I am ever to be truly happy, I must someday own a serger. That may sound extreme, but how else would I be able to trim, seam, and overcast in one simple step? It's just beyond inspiring.
Okay, off to sign my name eight hundred times and hope I'm not accidentally deeding my children to the state or anything sinister like that.