ok, now I'm stressed :)

I seriously don't know how my Dave's sister and brother-in-law managed for 15 months! It's only been 4 days, and Dave is actually coming back a little earlier, but I'm way more emotional than I expected to be.

I think part of it is selling my car with no protective manfolk. Having to sit in an expensive vehicle while a stranger drives it around is very disconcerting. And, the alternate, letting the stranger drive the expensive vehicle alone is worse.

Did you know BMWs come with emergency escape hatches that can be opened from INSIDE THE TRUNK for just such occasions? Do you think if I tell the stranger that I'm pregnant and that that means DOUBLE HOMICIDE would cause him to reconsider his plans? I watch way too much Law & Order and CNN. Dave will be on listening on the cell phone to the entire experience, but I still am freaked out. Can you tell?

Perhaps I will look at the prison time for the different scenarios so I can properly warn the stranger. He can make an informed decision. Though, I do run the risk of angering him with my chatter. I can always lie and tell him my dad works for the CIA.

So--now you know that if there are no more blogs after tomorrow at 4:00 pm, something really bad happened.

Seriously--before YOU freak out, you should know that the prospective buyer (says he) lives in the fancy-pants, uber-Christian part of town known as "The Plateau." He said he wanted an e46 BMW--the super-souped up version of my car--but he's willing to consider mine instead because I've treated it with such kid-gloves. So--realistically, we're probably OK. Besides, Dave pointed out to me that older men are less likely to be violent offenders, which, I suppose is true. I don't think your average, garden-variety rapist is generally up on the particulars of luxury cars. So that just leaves us with the Ted Bundy types. Infinitesimally few and far between. (Never-the-less, Ted Bundy was from Seattle...)

So--OK--so there's THAT.

The other big thing is packing. My perfectionist self wants everything perfectly organized, wrapped, color-coded, labeled and inventoried. My alter-ego just wants to check-out mentally until June 5th and wake up magically to my new life in DC. So--clearly I'm involved in some tough negotiations. Can't we all just get along?

I tell ya, it's EXHAUSTING. I haven't been quite so tweaked out thusfar.

There is still the myriad of details and administrative things swirling around. I seem to have a great hold on all of that. And, of course, Lumbley is fine. The doggies are good.

Oh--and after day 2, Dave thinks the job is going to be great, and the commute is fine. So--that means we really are buying this townhouse in Haymarket, VA. This is an actual picture of OUR HOUSE today:

I just need to roll up those sleeves and GET TO WORK!

More soon. We miss you--ESPECIALLY ME, ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW, so I'd love to hear from you. I am sorry I can't call or email you right now, there's too much happening.

OK, more soon! Love, moi.