I'm currently missing a strategic article of clothing. We open escrow on our new house tomorrow. This whole thing was kismet- after looking at 40 houses in person and 100,000 on line- we finally found one that fits the bill. Matt and I literally stumbled upon an open house on Sunday, and our realtor still shakes his head as to how this came to be. The family selling the house originally intended on moving to a bigger home in the same neighborhood. They unfortunately lost out on that, but for some unexplicable reason, still want to sell their house to us- even though they have no where to go.
We celebrated by raiding my mother-in-law's liquor cabinet and snagging some Veuve Cliquot. Without our socks on.