Something gnawing, something clawing, from...within.

 

Beige and Dutch Cocoa are so Bourgeois

Can you feel it? 

It's so thick, I could cut it with a butter knife. 

The anticipation that something could be happening, which could be good. Or it could be bad. 

Everyone wants our house. 

And yet we are in a holding pattern, which is neither good nor bad.  

Edgar Allen Poe would describe our frayed nerves as something gnawing, something clawing, from...within. 

It was never supposed to move this fast.  It wasn't part of the two-year plan that I proposed to my husband in 2022.  According to that plan, we still have a year out.

As of today, its more like 90 days.

So sometimes I just want to go out into the backyard, let out a purely primal scream, and release this anxiety.  But not in women's clothing like our friend in the picture.  That isn't Cookie's style. 

But that hollering would really piss off the neighbors.  

Remember, while people think that Bawlmore is all John Waters, it ain't in this neighborhood.  

Above all else, dignity. 

So now the conversations are starting with Ohio real estate agents.  Imagine buying a home long distance, and yet not knowing which city, or which of the Ohios we are going to. 

It sure as fuck ain't going to be Obetz.  Same for Amrap*. 

So trust me when I tell you that the suspense isn't just on your side, it's on our side as well. 

* Amrap spelled backward is Parma.