The new carpet is down in the den. Two of our three hideous couches left the building last night. The living room rug has been replaced with one that DOESN'T reek of dog pee. And the window replacement guys are coming in a week or so.
I'm posting all sorts of unwanted crap on eBay and Freecycle, letting my office space encroach ever so stealthily onto living room territory, and fantasizing about our emptier, fresher house as I watch it take shape.
When people come to pick up our freecycle goodies, they are invariably greeted by a smiling child, whose first words are "Hi! We're refinancing!"
The boys are keeping an eye on the dog, too, with the understanding that at the first sign of indoor urination, he is to be killed, wrapped in the wet rug, and thrown onto the lawn. Am I kidding? Sorta. Maybe. We think.